Cleaning up the odds and ends

I'm writing an urban paranormal. Not anytime soon, and probably not next year. But since it takes place here I thought I'd get the research in while I could. I'd aways meant to, but with one thing and the other--there was never time. Stupid, I told the woman at the library--I could have come anytime over the last twenty years. Instead I waited.

It was musty and "book-smelling". Like a library should be, and never is anymore. Old libraries are like that. I live next to a new one. It's all shiny glass and computers, but the one in Old Town Portsmouth is the real deal.





The historical document room is down in the sub-basement, and there were card catalogs, maps, and stuff dating back to the revolutionary war, all sitting out for people to read, like three hundred year old newspapers are normal or something.
I got lots of research in. Maybe I'll go back next Saturday, I don't know. Their hours are limited. Not too many people want to sit in a basement digitalizing old records. It's run by volunteers.

...oops, got to back up--it's an urban paranormal set in the eighteen hundreds. I spent the next hour driving around taking pictures of churches and stuff.