Writers, fire up your Time Machine!



As someone pointed out to me recently, I have become quite comfy as a couch cushion for my cats. A veritable sleeping perch that pleases them. (Why this therapeutic work microsphere? Tap, transfer, here.)

When I was a child, home recuperating from my numerous maladies, I would read. My teachers sent me missed schoolwork and library books. When I wasn’t sick, I biked daily after school to our one-story public library. I’d sprawl on the rust-colored carpet, book in hand, oblivious to the world.

During the summer of my eleventh year, I’d read every book in the children’s section of that small library. I recall a day in early August, choosing to reread a BOXCAR KIDS book by Gertrude Chandler Warner. Mrs. Miller, one of the librarians, tapped my shoulder, and commanded I follow her around until she finished her reshelving task. To my great surprise, she walked me over to the grown-ups side of the building.

Back then, the library had sections: for paperbacks, records, encyclopedias, and biographies. I was familiar with those, as they were on the checkout desk’s fringes. But nearby, enormous shelves opened, awaiting my inquisitive eyes, the ADULT SECTION.

In the adult section, I’d sit on the black and white linoleum floor, reading, until the library closed. To say no one in my family missed me during the day is an understatement. They sent me out of the house in the morning, and expected me at bedtime. Occasionally I might wander in during dinner hour, knowing I’d scavenge for something, if a host friend couldn’t be found.

Ooops, I digress. We’ll have to save all those stories about growing up in the 1970’s for another time. 🙂


Throughout that summer, I discovered a huge (Yuge as Bernie Sanders might say), realm of scientific, political, sociological, mythical, and magical realms. I silently studied, quoted, and even sang new words, imagined new worlds.

Reading was my refuge. I was in a dreamlike state, from morning until midnight. Bliss!

Anyone else experience that?

If you are a writer, are you first and foremost a great reader? Are you approaching your genre, be whatever it may, with youthful vigor and vim? I challenge you to mentally transport yourself to the years when you fell in love with reading. Tap into that energy anytime you need to jolt your creative juices.

In this fast-paced, social-centered world we find ourselves, use your time machine. Use it often.





  1. I laughed a little because, of all the books you could have mentioned, you said The Boxcar Children. I have a stack of 7 Boxcar Children titles from the library and am reading now. I also enjoyed reading Toad and Frog/Wind in the Willows.
    When I finish the Boxcar books I will get the Toad and Frog titles.

  2. Most assuredly a reader first. And then the first reader in the writing I suppose – so ever a reader. I am a librarian now, and have spent all my decades among shelves – experiencing things as you describe them – hidden places… thank you

  3. As a young girl in the 50’s and early 60’s, I loved creating stories and sketches out of spiral
    notebooks. Sometimes I’d read them privately out loud as if the characters were in a play or cartoon show. Even though I was a slow reader, I enjoyed reading books, especially Nancy Drew mysteries. It puts you in a zone of suspended animation as you create your own revelry.

    1. Very true, Donna, suspended in time, LOL.
      My daughter did the same thing, creating series, settings, characters in spiral notebooks. It must be a sign of genius! 😀

  4. Hi Roxie 😀
    It is surprising what we do when we are young to keep ourselves entertained. I lived in a hamlet in the middle of the country and spent my first 12 years wandering over the hills and exploring woods. We lived miles from the nearest library, BUT Mr Seeley visited the hamlet once a fortnight in his mobile library vehicle. Lucky that, or I may have ended up as a country yokel chewing a piece of straw and saying “Oooh Arrr” all day 😀 ❤

    1. Ha! We’re almost at the truth, Ralph, as seen by the straw hat 😀
      Very true, about wandering. My bike was the best gift, with it I rode miles each day. You bring up an excellent reminder: book mobiles! A fantastic testament to their necessity.

      1. lol. Oh dear, the hat gave it away. 🙂

        I must say I do like your new WP Theme Roxie. Our comments do not now disappear into a singularity almost exploding into a neutron star. Well done my friend. 🙂 ❤

        1. Your trademark hat, yep! I’m experimenting with different themes so comments may move, but I’m definitely looking at a better experience for commentors. Thanks for your perspective, always most welcome 😎

  5. My family were big readers. I graduated from the kid’s books to James Michener when I was 12 (fortunately my mother didn’t read him so she wasn’t aware how he widened my knowledge). I had limited access to real libraries. I went to a Catholic school and we had a library that was all biographies of the saints. I read every one. I loved the summer days where I’d get up with no responsibilities or chores and read all day long.

    1. Ah, yes, James Michener, you dove deep, didn’t you, Kate! I bet those biographies enhance your writing now. How better to include all that pertinent info, all those w questions.

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