Written Right: a writer's guide to more than writing

Libraries have always been a sensual place for me. Each book unleashes a hidden world of history, suspense, prose and verse. I get misty just thinking about it. In highschool I would steal away to learn about the birds and the bees in the human sexuality section. In college I would steal away with my favorite basketball player for a little human sexuality session. College led me to greater depths of knowledge amongst the Chemistry Today and the Natural History periodicals.

My last rip to the library to look for my favorite "Elizabethan play" was a trip to remember. Of course, the book I needed was on the top of a twelve-foot shelf. Just like me to wear my pretty mini skirt and my high heels to climb the ladder of success.

Climb,Climb,Climb

Reach, Reach, Reach

Stretch, Stretch, Stretch

Can you guess what happened next? Yep, that hot actor from my building. Standing just below my ladder. Looking up. My face red. Knees shaking.

I fell. Yes, you heard me. I fell right off the ladder. In front of said hot guy.

I'm not sure my self-esteem will ever be the same. I have been trying to find a way to meet this guy, but crashing into him from above, whacking him in the haed with a dusty book and ending the whole thing with a call to 911 was not what I had planned.

Stay tuned for the rest of the stroy.