My sanctuary for the day...

Some writers go away to some secluded place to craft their masterpieces, seeking sanctuary in some pristine corner of nature where they can glean inspiration from the sights and sounds of God's creation.

I go to the public library. Yes, this is my inspirational sanctuary. From the awkward whispers of children to the guy who is discreetly looking at the art books hoping no one notices he is looking only for the nudity; from the glaring eye of the librarian to the woman who is not really sure how to use the computerized catalog - this place is beautiful.

So here I sit at my sanctuary table - me and my books and my computer. I am ready to write. I must now enter the world of Calvin and Erasmus...