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childhood, books
May. 20th, 2011 10:56 amLife returning to something like normality, though as I plan more outings with friends, it becomes more and more clear to me that this is markedly a visit. Not "back home for summer vacation" or anything. A couple of weeks in my city, and then off again--admittedly, to somewhere that has potential to be one of my cities as well. Still.
Anyhow, my dad and I went to see a film one of his friends made about an organic CSA farm a couple of his other friends ran for a while. It was filmed six years or so ago, and included a glimpse of sulky-teenage-me at one of the work days. Odd to see myself on screen, even if just for a second.
Yesterday I walked down to my childhood library and checked out some books. Going down the stairs to the children's department, the smell hit me--the same smell as always, and still as indescribable. The children's librarian there is still the same; she recognized me and we chatted for a minute ("I'll be twenty this summer--I'm halfway done with college, going back out to the East Coast for physics research...") and it was another strange moment, standing there holding books like I did so often as a kid, talking to the same person, smelling the same scent of the library, but... I'm not so much a kid anymore. I mean, I'm still pretty young as these things go, but soon I won't even be a teenager on technicality, and I definitely have changed since this was my primary library. Growing up is weird.
...also yesterday, I baked pumpkin muffins. Some things never change! Om nom nom.
( books read )
Oh--the other thing I did yesterday was draft a short story. I love the way my brain clicks back into writer-mode when I get out of school and actually have time and brain to think about stories. I've been working on solstice stories and also the story I came up with a while ago; what I thought might be a draft of it is really only the first third, though, which I knew but didn't want to admit to myself. And I have revised a couple of scenes of A Returning Power, and have some idea of where to go next in revising, which is nice. I've been skipping around, fixing this bit, doing research on something and then going to work on those scenes with that in mind... revision is an interesting business.
The story that just kind of unspooled out of me yesterday was a Bordertown story, which... a little late now, but maybe there'll be another anthology after Welcome to Bordertown (which, by the way, I will be ALL OVER; if you are not looking at the contests and everything on their website, it is only your fault).
Anyhow, my dad and I went to see a film one of his friends made about an organic CSA farm a couple of his other friends ran for a while. It was filmed six years or so ago, and included a glimpse of sulky-teenage-me at one of the work days. Odd to see myself on screen, even if just for a second.
Yesterday I walked down to my childhood library and checked out some books. Going down the stairs to the children's department, the smell hit me--the same smell as always, and still as indescribable. The children's librarian there is still the same; she recognized me and we chatted for a minute ("I'll be twenty this summer--I'm halfway done with college, going back out to the East Coast for physics research...") and it was another strange moment, standing there holding books like I did so often as a kid, talking to the same person, smelling the same scent of the library, but... I'm not so much a kid anymore. I mean, I'm still pretty young as these things go, but soon I won't even be a teenager on technicality, and I definitely have changed since this was my primary library. Growing up is weird.
...also yesterday, I baked pumpkin muffins. Some things never change! Om nom nom.
( books read )
Oh--the other thing I did yesterday was draft a short story. I love the way my brain clicks back into writer-mode when I get out of school and actually have time and brain to think about stories. I've been working on solstice stories and also the story I came up with a while ago; what I thought might be a draft of it is really only the first third, though, which I knew but didn't want to admit to myself. And I have revised a couple of scenes of A Returning Power, and have some idea of where to go next in revising, which is nice. I've been skipping around, fixing this bit, doing research on something and then going to work on those scenes with that in mind... revision is an interesting business.
The story that just kind of unspooled out of me yesterday was a Bordertown story, which... a little late now, but maybe there'll be another anthology after Welcome to Bordertown (which, by the way, I will be ALL OVER; if you are not looking at the contests and everything on their website, it is only your fault).