Looking back over my life, I began to realize that early on my destinies were set for me from an early age. During my whole "growing-up" period...
OK, I have to stop there for a moment. Do we ever really stop growing up? I don't remember there being anything about completely growing up. Growing old isn't an option... I'm sorry, but "growing up" is an option. Of course, there's a difference between "being child-like" and "being childish." It's a fine line that you have to walk. It's a fact. Use it as you wish.
Anyway, I digress.
During my younger days (that's sounds better), I had shelves packed with books, neatly and tidily organized. Especially paperbacks. I've parted with some. Many of them are still with me. Some well-read with worn spines and bent corners. Others crisp and clean, not because I didn't like them, but because they had better bindings.
When I revisit them, pulling them from the shelves that hang above my closet doors, gently blowing the dust off, I can see the "signs." Signs of my future life. Rotting masking tape on the lower spine with a faded hand-written number. I remember organizing them by putting a number on the outside using that masking tape. As I open the cover of one of the Disney children's series, inside is a blue number written with a felt-tip marker was the corresponding number. A young librarian in the making... And now, many years later, I am surrounded by books and DVDs and Cd's and magazines... Oh my! It's truly the book/information lover's orgasm.
The other sign began with a book on the Loch Ness Monster and an episode of Scooby Doo. I remember reading a thin paperback on Nessie, then, at the age of eight, deciding to write my own book and start a small publishing company in my Mother's sewing room. At the time, I was totally unaware of copyright law or plagurism as began to basically rewrite the book by hand on old loose-leaf paper and staple them together. I also "borrowed" the illustrations. The other half of this story revolved around an episode of Scooby Doo where they gang meets the Addams Family. Complete with crayoned illustrations, I wrote myself into the episode. Both have gone with the wind, but the effect lives on.
Becoming a librarian and a writer seemed to written in my stars. I just hope that the stars also planned on offers to buy the movie rights to my books.
CSM
OK, I have to stop there for a moment. Do we ever really stop growing up? I don't remember there being anything about completely growing up. Growing old isn't an option... I'm sorry, but "growing up" is an option. Of course, there's a difference between "being child-like" and "being childish." It's a fine line that you have to walk. It's a fact. Use it as you wish.
Anyway, I digress.
During my younger days (that's sounds better), I had shelves packed with books, neatly and tidily organized. Especially paperbacks. I've parted with some. Many of them are still with me. Some well-read with worn spines and bent corners. Others crisp and clean, not because I didn't like them, but because they had better bindings.
When I revisit them, pulling them from the shelves that hang above my closet doors, gently blowing the dust off, I can see the "signs." Signs of my future life. Rotting masking tape on the lower spine with a faded hand-written number. I remember organizing them by putting a number on the outside using that masking tape. As I open the cover of one of the Disney children's series, inside is a blue number written with a felt-tip marker was the corresponding number. A young librarian in the making... And now, many years later, I am surrounded by books and DVDs and Cd's and magazines... Oh my! It's truly the book/information lover's orgasm.
The other sign began with a book on the Loch Ness Monster and an episode of Scooby Doo. I remember reading a thin paperback on Nessie, then, at the age of eight, deciding to write my own book and start a small publishing company in my Mother's sewing room. At the time, I was totally unaware of copyright law or plagurism as began to basically rewrite the book by hand on old loose-leaf paper and staple them together. I also "borrowed" the illustrations. The other half of this story revolved around an episode of Scooby Doo where they gang meets the Addams Family. Complete with crayoned illustrations, I wrote myself into the episode. Both have gone with the wind, but the effect lives on.
Becoming a librarian and a writer seemed to written in my stars. I just hope that the stars also planned on offers to buy the movie rights to my books.
CSM
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