“When will the summer rains stop?,” I say to myself as I type out yet another one of my silly columns for this paper, very quickly running out of ideas. Maybe the rain will let up before I eventually have to leave the library, where I am located at the moment, and subsequently say goodbye to its endless shelves of books, comfortable A/C, and free Wi-Fi. Whenever I feel stuck, whether with writer’s block or with anything else in life, I like to spend time in a public library. Usually I bring something to work on, like my laptop or a notebook for writing and editing. But sometimes I just like to wander around the shelves, looking for a nice book (or books!) to check out and read somewhere cozy inside. The library in Richmond Hill, for example, has plenty of chairs and couches for patrons to sit and read. Additionally, there are also study rooms that you can book for yourself and others, space permitting. I sometimes like to stop by the library to read during my lunch break as well. And although I feel self-conscious about eating in a library, most librarians don’t mind as long as you aren’t a complete slob. In fact, the Southwest-Chatham library in Savannah even has vending machines. My love of libraries must come at no surprise to my readers; I do seem the type to shush people who talk too loudly or play voice notes in public, if my new headshot is anything to go by. Back in college, as part of a federal work-study gig, I worked as a Student Library Assistant at UGA’s Map and…
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