Feeling a Bit Redundant

What’s new?

Not much.

I’m starting to feel like a broken record… (Wait. Do people still listen to records? Probably only nerds like me. A skipping CD? No, people don’t even listen to those any more. Umm….) I’m starting to feel like… a repetitive Spotify playlist?

Man that doesn’t have much of ring to it.

Anyway, point is: I feel repetitive. Redundant.

But I knew that was going to happen during Summer Reading. I write when I can. I don’t usually have much creativity or energy left after work these days, but every once in a while, a bit of inspiration will strike and I’ll take advantage of it.

Not bad news, but expected news.

Only one thing to do though: Keep moving forward.

First Summer Reading Program Down

Our library has officially held its first Summer Reading program… and wow! I think it’s safe to say that people are eager to get out now that COVID seems to winding down. (Knock on all the wood, cross my fingers, throw some salt over my shoulder, etc….) We had 73 total people (parents and kids) show up to our craft. In comparison, getting 50 patrons would normally be a big deal. So… wow!

And it was so much fun! We built birdhouses, and I was responsible for helping with the paint, glitter, and hot glue…. As evidenced by the below picture.

A big thank you to our community! Nothing makes a librarian happier than seeing people come together for something fun and positive! (And after last year… we need it)

I suppose it goes without saying that I didn’t get around to writing this week. Oh well… priorities. And, as a librarian, priority number one has to be Summer Reading.

And that just means… August will be a writing storm!

More Librarian Than Writer

Not much to report this week: Summer Reading is in full swing, and that means that I’ve changed my residence to the library for the time being. I have managed to write a little bit more, but, like I’ve said… my focus is more librarian than writer at the moment.

I wish I had more to say, but… have I mentioned we’re going to have foxes at the library? I’m so excited!

I mean, seriously… how adorable! Who wouldn’t get distracted from writing at the prospect of seeing foxes!!!

Some Inspiration

I’m doing something a little different. I haven’t had the time to write (even one of my short 500-word flash fictions), but I thought I’d take some time share some of the stories that have most inspired me–the stories that I got completely lost within and that made me think, “Wow, I want to be able to do what this author has done.”

My Top 10 Favorite Books

(10) Atonement by Ian McEwan

(9) Phantom of the Opera by Gaston Leroux

(8) The Perks of Being a Wallflower Stephen Chbosky

(7) Looking for Alaska by John Green

(6) The Help by Kathryn Stockett

(5) Recursion by Blake Crouch

(4) The Martian Chronicles by Ray Bradbury

(3) To Kill a Mockingbird by Harper Lee

(2) The Book Thief by Markus Zusak

(1) Frankenstein by Mary Shelley

What are your favorite books? I’d love to hear them!

It’s Almost Here!

It’s almost here….

The Summer Reading start date at my library is June 1.

It’s going to be an exciting time: Lots of contests, prizes, programs… We’re even getting live animals!

Chris Pratt’s face says it all. I’m so excited for Summer Reading to start–especially after last year… when we couldn’t really have any programs thanks to COVID.

But it’s a new year with new plans and new excitement.

Bring it on!

(Oh, and no…. still not a lot of writing happening.)

SUMMER READING! *insert confetti*

Not surprisingly, this week wasn’t very productive.

It’s not that I didn’t write, it’s just that I did very little of it.

Why? Because it’s May–the month before Summer Reading. And so basically from now through August that’s where my concentration needs to be. I’m going to be living at the library for the next couple of months.

What does that mean? It means I might get behind on editing. I might get behind on sending query letters.

But that’s happened before, and it’s an easy fix: All I have to do is a bit extra, later. The end goal is basically to get at least one new manuscript written and sent out 12 query letters this year. Ideally, that would happen in a nice, orderly, month-by-month schedule.

But if there’s one certainty in life it’s this: Nothing is orderly.

Plans change, and it’s important to be flexible.

And when the reason for that change is something as much fun as Summer Reading, then I will gladly make those adjustments.

As much as I love writing, I also love being a librarian. Libraries, nowadays more than ever, are community centers. They represent so much more than books (though books, by themselves, are already pretty awesome.) They are opportunities: To connect, to learn, to grow, to experience, to make memories… to do a million things.

And Summer Reading, with our array of programs, is the time that encapsulates all of that.

So I won’t be as active in writing. It doesn’t mean I won’t be on the blog… It just means things will be a little different for the next few months. Most of my updates will be short and sweet, and my stories I post on Mondays will likely be the same.

Happy summer, everyone. Let’s get our read on!

Query #4 and Summer Reading

It is sent. My goal remains in tact.

Not much more to say–I’ve been writing as I can, though life has gotten busy again. Summer Reading is on the horizon, which is like the Super Bowl for librarians. Lots of prep and planning take place in the month or so before it officially starts. And then once it starts… well, I’ll pretty much be living at the library.

Which I love. It’s the best time of the year for librarians.

But it does mean that I’m going to have to make more of an effort to carve out time for writing.

But I can do it. If nothing else, I’ll aim for 15 minutes a day. Any progress is still progress, right?

The Fastest Librarian Alive

Today’s nerdy blog is a little bit different…. A while back, my library’s writing group all drew random prompts. Fate was with me as mine was: If you could have any superpower what would it be? *cracks knuckles* I’d been preparing my whole life for a prompt like this. Today, I thought I’d share that story, mostly because: (A) It’s super nerdy; and (B) It was a ton of fun to write.

We’ll skip the origin story. As a dedicated comic nerd before I became an actual superhero—and, yes, I know how crazy that sounds, but hear me out—I know that origin stories are everyone’s least favorite. I mean, don’t get me wrong: You can’t have Batman without Crime Alley or Spider-Man without great power and great responsibility.      

          But we all know those stories. We want to get to the action, to the grit, to the “How will they save the day” and the “Does the day even deserve to be saved?”

          The latter is for edgier comics, though, and if my real life ever became a comic book, I doubt it would be all that edgy. I don’t think a 4’11” librarian can pull off the angst that, say… Daredevil can.

          That’s not to say I haven’t had some hard times in my life. But everybody has. Everyone has had wracking sobs and shaking fists. We’ve all been heartbroken and we’ve all been furious. The difference is whether we let those moments be our molds or our ladder rungs: Do they define us or do they lift us higher?

          I tend to lean towards the latter, because… well, like I said, I can’t pull off the doom and gloom.

          And besides the past is in the past… in the origin story. And this isn’t really an origin story. This is how Sarah Davidson became the fastest librarian alive.

          You wouldn’t think being a librarian has that many occupational hazards. (Though we tend to joke that the compulsion to take home a new book at the end of every work day is a real danger.)

          And, yeah, except for the occasional pulled muscle or papercut, things are pretty quiet.

          Minus the freak accident that gave me my powers: an early morning storm, a lightning bolt, and me working on the computer. I don’t know how, but somehow the electric shock that surged through the computer and into me… gave me super-speed!

          Super-speed is by far the best power. No more driving—because now running is actually faster! Plus, there are technically no speed limits for running. (But who would have guessed anyone would ever be hitting Mach 3?)

          Not that I can go my fastest. The speed would tear up the sidewalks.

          People are starting to talk about a strange blur throughout this normally quiet small town though. No one’s suspected superpowers… mostly because that idea is crazy.

          But super speed also comes with speed brain—which means I can think as fast as I can move. That comes in handy whenever I’m typing—those two books I’ve been wanting to write? I finished them last week.

          Now I just have to edit them….

          Unfortunately, super speed did not come with super motivation.

          Plus, I can vibrate my molecules fast enough to go through solid objects. Locked myself out of the house? No problem!

          I can also vibrate quickly enough that I appear invisible… though I haven’t experimented with that much… yet.

          But that’s not even the biggest plus to super speed. The best part? Superfast metabolism. This speed is always a part of me, even when I appear to be still. And that speed needs fuel—10,000 calories per day fuel. I can lose the weight I want, and then eat whatever I want just to maintain my new figure!  

          And that is especially good news for a chocoholic.

          It’s been a couple months since I got my speed, and I’ve grown pretty accustomed to it. I mean, there was definitely a learning curve (namely passing out a few times because I needed to eat and then there was that one time I meant to go get my mail, but I ended up in Fiji….)

          I never had any patience, but now with super-speed always itching at me, I find it’s nearly impossible to be still. I get up earlier in the morning and then I get three times as much done as I used to. Dishes, no matter how high they’re stacked, take only 5 minutes.

          I spend the rest of my free time writing (and wearing out my keyboard) and reading (I’ve already read 200 books this year!) And at work, I can put books away in a blink of an eye. I’ve also already scheduled all the employees for the next five years! And I’ve outlined programming for the next ten!

          Huh… maybe speed brain doesn’t mix well with being a planner….

          Of course, most of the time there are fellow librarians around. And that means I can’t use my speed (which is like asking a seven-year old with a water pistol not to shoot it). But I manage. I think I’m doing a pretty good job of hiding my powers (as long as no one looks at the floor under my desk—there’s a pretty good sized hole from my incessant foot tapping).

          About a week ago, I started wondering how else I could use my super speed. I’ve gotten ahead at work, at home, and with my hobbies. I’ve helped around the house at my parents’, and I’ve even let my engineer brother run some experiments on me.

          But today, as I was sitting at my desk, double-checking the schedule for October 2022 for the tenth time, I couldn’t help but wonder if I could do something more.

          I’m a pretty… normal person. I’ve never been one to rush into danger. I’m more than a bit squeamish, and I’m very introverted. Even when just reading comic books, I would find myself wondering how the characters could take such colossal risks.

          But then I started paying attention to the sirens. This might be a pretty small town, but it’s surprising how often sirens blare.

          And that’s when it hit me: Every comic I’d ever read: “With great power comes great responsibility.” “Life doesn’t give us purpose. We give life purpose.” “It’s not who I am underneath, but what I do that defines me.”

          What reason is there to have abilities if you don’t use them? And as I ran to the siren, I realized that was true of any ability, not just this strange super speed that had miraculously come my way. If you have the ability to write a story or give a speech that moves people, if you have the ability to open up young minds to the world around them, if you have the ability to make people laugh and forget their troubles—whatever it is, how can you not use it?

          This particular siren was just for a domestic dispute. Nothing I could help with. But there will be others—fires, or robberies, or who knows what—where my speed might be helpful.  

          I’ll keep an ear out, and my running shoes nearby. And in the meantime, I’ll keeping putting away books at lightning speed….          

Because I’m Sarah Davidson. And I’m the fastest librarian alive.


Note: I do not own any of the references to DC comics. I am simply referencing them in this parody work.