Today is President’s Day, which for me means no software geek work today. That in itself is a celebration.

I hope that everyone had a great Valentine’s Day. I still have a love hangover from yesterday’s wonderful festivities so I thought I would share my great love for the library. It’s where I’ve spent most of this holiday.

I could be shopping for furniture for my empty rooms as one of my friends suggested, but I would rather spend it here at the library working on my novel. Getting a new futon or a sofa won’t help me reach my goal of finishing this writing project (although, I would have more places to sit and write at the house).

Most writers have this kind of loving relationship with the library. I first started my own love affair as a reader. My mother is a renowned reader. She had trunks and trunks of books everywhere — so I got it honest from her.

We would spend literally all day at the library. I still remember the blinking lights indicating closing time. I remember the joy and ecstasy (I’m so not kidding) when I received the beige library card — the “big girl” library card that meant I could go to the “other side” and check out books for adults.

Now as a writer, I still love the library. I love that there is a place made sacred with shelves upon shelves of books. I love browsing the titles and picking up something by fate — something that I can learn from and/or be entertained. I love discovering new subjects and authors.

I also love the librarians who I know by name. And that when I’ve been gone for a minute, they ask where I’ve been. It’s nice to be missed.

There are many things that I love about the library — it is my home away from home. A kindred spirit that shares my love of books.

I heart the library.