I’m quiet in an ohmigodohmigod, I must keep writing because I need to meet my deadline kind of way.
And that is a marvy, cheery and totes lush feeling to have. And also a bit of a leery-sceery one too.
Except that it’s not really me that’s doing it, is it? Because anyone who writes fiction will know what I mean when I say the weird creative pixies take over and the characters start writing themselves.
Before I shuffle off for a rocket-fuel refill, I just want to say a few words about Kensal Rise Library. It closed today. It was in a lovely old Victorian building and has been providing a local service to the people in that part of NW10 since Mark Twain opened it in 1900. I read with a real sense of sadness that the local community came out to protest and shouted ‘Save Kensal Rise Library’ as workmen nailed boards over the door and windows. For a couple of years in the late 1990s, I’d have been one of those people in the crowd. I lived just around the corner in Buchanan Gardens and often went to that little library – largely to use a computer as I didn’t have my own. Back then, with a student loan to pay off, rent and bills to find, a Zones 1-4 monthly travelcard to purchase and a newly qualified teacher’s salary, a computer was beyond my means. Kensal Rise Library helped me out. Sadly, it won’t be helping anyone else out. Many more libraries in Brent are scheduled to close. This is terrible, awful and shocking. Our Prime Minister says a lot about this thing called the Big Society. What I want to know is this:
How can we have a happy, fair and functioning Big Society if we take away the institutions which are the life-blood of our lovely little communities?