“There is no greater agony than bearing an untold story inside you.”
― Maya Angelou
The most valuable lesson I learned growing up, was that I could check out as many books from the library as I wanted as long as I brought them back on time. And if I brought them back late, make sure I brought some change. The late fee at my local library wasn’t very much. Stories were my teachers, my mentors. So I would find myself lost in a book, until the end. This often left me a sad wishing the story didn’t have to end. But if you think about it we do tend to learn best from stories, from fables and fairy tales, to bible stories. The lessons stories hold are vast and wondrous.
It is no wonder I grew up to want to be a librarian. Although the mystique of the librarian did hold some appeal also. Getting to say, “shhh” is a lot of fun. I am also very soft spoken, so much so that I often am answered with, “What?” a few times before I actually get a real answer.
But back to the topic at hand, earlier today I was looking for inspiration to keep me going on the November Novel Writing Challenge. This week has been a bit harder than last to stay on task. I found this wonderful quote by Maya Angelou and I wanted to share it, because stories have been so fundamental to me. We all have a story to tell and the worst agony is not being able to share it. So thank you to all those who have shared their stories with me over the years. Those stories made my world far larger and gave me company when I most needed it.