LT (Liz) Ward

@ltwardwriter.bsky.social

She/Her. A multi-genre writer. Little 'L' librarian. Lives as a trash panda.

I can't sleep and I don't want to doomscroll, so I am finally reading this book that has been in my TBR since I met Padma Venkatraman at a literary conference. Her book, The Bridge Home, affected me so much. 20 pages into this one, I suspect I will be affected again.

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For my independent study course, I am establishing mythological creature folklore. As the patinum is made up of sea glass, I felt I should research glass a nit further than academic articles and an online search. Pulled out the old library card and checked out a book through interlibrary loan.

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People who I see regularly no longer say, "Hey Liz, how are you doing?" Instead, it's, "Hey Liz, what are you reading?" Then I proceed to show them the book and tell them a quick summary if they aren't familiar w/it. They tell me if they've been reading or what they have been doing if they have not.

I have no partner right now, but when I do, he'll have to be smart enough to know that if he promises to get me a book for every one of my social media post likes, he's going to have to take me to the library. It'll be the only way he can afford me.

I am grateful for the compassion, knowledge, ability to contextually read, logic, expanded world views, history, love, and so much more that being an avid reader has given me. Books make me a better person. THAT IS WHAT THEY DO.

The sage advice is for us to write history down. Store it. Protect it. But I'm thinking we need to be doing this on paper with pens and printed out pictures, protecting those important documents in fire-resistant/water-resistant boxes.

i write poetry, because my romantic heart needs to weep upon the page. these are not love poems about a man or a partner. they are words whispered about life and moments which need my voice to shout that they exist! they existed! they existed!

My aunt is telling me how she watches online the group of 13yo girls playing volleyball, because her granddaughter is their coach. She can't make out who anyone is or even which team is her granddaughter’s, but she will watch every time she is sent a link. She is just so proud of her granddaughter.

I manage weeded books and unwanted donations from the university library by sending some to prison and jail libraries. We had a recent request for academic paperbacks. Done. *fills a box of political science textbooks*

I started writing a story over a month ago that dealt with a death. Sunday, I lost someone I had a complicated relationship with. Today, I finally finished the story, working through some of my grief. Writing is how I maintain good mental healthcare.

Sometimes people say things and I am tempted to respond, "I am so sorry that you have an ongoing case of idiocy. Here's a book that might help you cure it," but that seems mean, so I don't.

I always need to buy my poetry books, because the urge to write marginalia is strong. I must write back. I love your voice. You have brought my heart to break. You made my chin rise. Your words bring my pen to the page, and I must note how you brought me to feel humanity. Thank you to the poets.