The Secret Adventures of WriterGirl

Current Theme Song (aka what's playing on my ipod right now) A Thousand Years by Sting.







I will have to thank Meg forever for sending me this story. It is incredible. And it is the mystery I love most of all.


First off, all photos are courtesy of Christ Scott @chrisdonia (and his flickr account) whose amazing photographs brought this story to life.


This story begins in a library. It ends where it began. But it is the journey that makes this story breathtaking. And it all starts with a gift...






















































































Left on a table at the Scottish Poetry Library in early March of last year with a simple but anonymous note bearing the words

It started with your name @byleaveswelive and became a tree.… … We know that a library is so much more than a building full of books… a book is so much more than pages full of words.… This is for you in support of libraries, books, words, ideas….. a gesture (poetic maybe?)

And from there, it grew. 10 in all.
























Next came the National Library of Scotland



















































And then Filmhouse
























































And the Scottish Storytelling Centre (bearing my favorite note of all)

For @scotstorycenter – A gift in support of libraries, books, works, ideas….. Once upon a time there was a book and in the book was a nest and in the nest was an egg and in the egg was a dragon and in the dragon was a story…..

down to the National Museum of Scotland















before making a final return to the Scottish Poetry Library with a beautiful explanation of a story well and completely told. All in support of libraries and books.

“It’s important that a story is not too long ……does not become tedious …….

‘You need to know when to end a story,’ she thought.

Often a good story ends where it begins. This would mean a return to the Poetry Library. The very place where she had left the first of the ten.

Back to those who had loved that little tree, and so encouraged her to try again …….and again.

Some had wondered who it was, leaving these small strange objects. Some even thought it was a ‘he’! ……. As if!

Others looked among Book Artists, rather good ones actually…….

But they would never find her there. For though she does make things, this was the first time she had dissected books and had used them simply be- cause they seemed fitting….

Most however chose not to know….. which was the point really.

The gift, the place to sit, to look, to wonder, to dream….. of the impossible maybe…….

A tiny gesture in support of the special places…..

So, here, she will end this story, in a special place … A Poetry Library ….. where they are well used to ‘anon.’



But before exiting …a few mentions. There could be more, because we have all colluded to make this work……. Just a few though.

- the twitter community who in some strange way gave rise to the idea in the first place
-@chrisdonia who gave the story a place, a shape and some great pictures

- and not least @Beathhigh whose books and reputation have been shame- lessly utilised in the making of a mystery ……..

…… But hold on. Someone’s left behind a pair of gloves and a cap……….?

Cheers Edinburgh It’s been fun!
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If you want the most complete story (and many more pictures. Trust me, you want to see the detail on these. They are exquisite) click here.