I've been NaNoWriMoing all month long. It started out as a fun story to write and now I just dragging along trying to find a plot to this mad mess on paper. Never have I had so much awe for author like I do know. They are seriously warriors with their pens. I'm struggling to get to 20,000. I don't know if I'll make it to my new goal of 30,000 in 24 hours from now. But oh well, it gave me an experience. Broadened my horizon. Made me stick to writing for more then a few days. Writing a story is serious work. And someday I hope I'll finally finish a story of mine.
^I made this sign. :) A year from today, my public library closed down because of lack of funds. So we had a rally/funeral/memorial service for our library today. A group of people and kids march down our downtown area and up to the courthouse front steps. Reporters from the local news, radio and paper were there. The newspaper that was doing the story could send out a photographer, so I got to be the "photographer" I took pictures and I read a poem I wrote about the library closing. So I might appear on the local news, which is weird and cool at the same time. And here's the poem I wrote: Destruction of a Library World of Words, Their time is ending. On the shelves they sigh a bitter sigh. Why should people cry? Only words on paper Behind brick walls Why do I sigh, This humble cry? Why do the words mean so much to me? How can people not feel what I feel? About an old building that smells like old paste That binds together beautiful words In the arms of ancient paper Old
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