In between this post and the previous post I became a Stay at Home Mom, purged the entire contents of my house of unnecessary/redundant/unwanted/undisplayable items via Freecycle, had my pelvis destablize after washing the kitchen floor, experienced a complete remodel of part of my house, had a baby, brought my house to a level of clutter that could easily be cleaned in two hours (versus the three days it used to take), and finally, finally, began to really read again.

As always, a surge in my reading of new work has tickled me into thinking about writing again. I have a blog on a scrapbooking website and one of my posts in response to a "Scraproom Reorganization Challenge" heavily drew upon my memory of the poem Ozymandias. I'd forgotten that I could have so much fun creating writing. One of my reading discoveries during these last few months has been the work of Stephenie Meyer. She talks quite openly of her writing process on her website. Most importantly, she spoke of how her first book was something begun just for fun. Somehow I got from there to coming back here.

The big dramatic events from last fall have passed. I even had time today to attempt tuning my violin. I am mostly recovered from my little PTSD related to the last school year. As much as I enjoy scrapbooking - making pages for grandparents, or my children, scrapbooking doesn't do it for me completely. I still think most about writing.

So, although I've come full circle to someone I used to be - ideas for stories are coming frequently enough that I've been scratching phrases and ideas on random bits of paper again - my poor library has been through quite a bit this last year. The addition of a second child and the aging of my first into toddlerhood has led the room to be the place to keep all things that fit no where else. It's still got the desk, the shelves, the books. There are a lot more scrapbooking toys now; the desk is pretty much given over to being a work table for my layouts. The baby's pack and play/changing table sits under a window. The toddler's art supplies and any toys we don't want him to play with (read: Drum) are now housed here. Although I have just today taken my violin down for the first time in months, the Library is still my practice room. Books, instrument, photos, scrapbooking supplies, baby gear, and for a few weeks each December, Christmas Tree/Presents all call my library home, now. Sort of like the modern day public library - full of new things that benefit those who would use it.