John H.
Yelp
Back in '98, I was at a writers' conference where a dreamy-eyed participant asked our instructor just how one goes about getting inspiration to write. Is it placing oneself before a window looking out on beautiful scenery? Is it the comfy afghan around the shoulders, or the warm cup of honeyed chamomile tea? Ina, who worked for Knight-Ridder, replied, "Each week, I write three columns on deadline. If I don't write, then I don't eat. That's my inspiration." Well, I'm not a journalist, but my job involves writing on deadline. If I don't write, then I won't eat very long. Worse, If don't write well, I may eat, but I'll have indigestion caused by looks of disappointment or boredom.
Where to write? Offices don't work. Too many interruptions. Notes on the door "Do not disturb" look pretentious. Holding calls or refusing walk-in visits does not create goodwill. Home can work. But the phone rings, the dog wants out, the dishwasher needs loading, there's laundry to do, and the grass is six inches tall. All these distractions are why, I believe, God and his agents on earth created libraries.
Today's visit to STL PL Central, coulda shoulda been a 1500-word session, but ended at about 600 words. Lots of kids in there today, and all that marble seemed to carry their happy voices to all levels. Lots of talking in the two spaces I tried, much of it by library staff. I'm pretty good at blocking out distractions when I need to get things done. But I don't go to a library to block out distractions; I go to avoid them.
Still, it is a beautiful place, in its own magnificent marbley way. And I appreciate the diagonal parking spaces on Olive. It's like pulling up to stately Wayne Manor, minus the Batmobile. Above all, STL PL Central served as the subject for this little diversion, which may be just the refreshment I need before turning back to the deadlines. Word 601, here we go.