How is it November again? I was stunned when Catherine, our local National Novel Writing Month organiser, popped in last month to book the meeting room for her writers.

“Seriously? Already?”

She nodded with a grin and handed me her event poster. “Yep, it just rolls around again before I’ve finished editing last year’s book. It’s a monster. Are these evenings still OK with you?”

“Hang on. I think so. Yep. You’re so efficient, Catherine. Are you sure you wouldn’t like a librarian job?”

Her smile broadened. “I wish, I always wanted to be a librarian when I was little, but I think now that I see what you actually do it’s not what I imagined. You don’t get to just sit here and read books all day, do you?”

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