Chapter One Hundred Forty-Three, in which the Quill has been seized

Unfortunately, Your Bibliothecary has not just returned from Tahiti. After three months of other obligations we can finally breathe again. We have missed out on the most recent Slaves of Golconda activities and accumulated uncompleted chores. Though free time has been regained, many activities still loom ahead in this month. So now, just for fun, we have hopped on the NaNoWriMo bandwagon. We have been Quilldriven crazy! Against our better judgement, we have been lured toward the craggy cliffs by the sound of other bloggers sharpening their pencils. We are fully lacking in confidence of meeting the required goal of 50,000 words. Still we are going to give it a try, at least to start. And we have already started one day behind.