Library, Monday

[intotheout]

Tip had decided at the last minute to participate in Nanowrimo this month -- with her creative writing assignments potentially counting towards her total word count, since she had twenty pages to write for class this week. She had no real idea what the plot of her novel was, just yet. So far it seemed to be about a reclusive book hoarder who slept in his bathtub because literally every other surface of his apartment was filled with stacks of books. She was rather proud of the detail about even his dishwasher being filled with books.

Mostly, though, she was getting really good at finding things to procrastinate from writing. It was probably her most library-task-productive shift at the library yet.

[open!]