I am lucky to have my little local library near at hand. Some days I just can’t seem to keep my butt in the chair at my home workspace. It’s harder to futz around in a public venue.
On the other hand, this particular venue is so homey that it hardly feels public – a historic-mansion-turned-town-gathering-place. And of course, here I am blogging, instead of working on my Bangor Daily News story, deadline next week. My powers of procrastination are mighty.
Later on there’s a tea downstairs. Ardeana Hamlin, author of Pink Chimneys and local resident, will be presiding. Since I just finished her book this morning, I’ll probably wander down and take part. Maybe I’ll write the story tomorrow…
Little local libraries are one of Maine’s great treasures. Do you have any local library stories of your own? Maybe that can be the theme of my next BDN assignment.
My 60th year in 60,000 words
Day 29: 149 words, TOTAL = 4419; 55,581 remaining
Robin Clifford Wood is a writer and writing teacher. She lives in central Maine with her husband and dogs, loves to be outdoors, and enjoys ever-expanding horizons through her grown children and their multi-species families.