Library, Wednesday [October 28]
If Gabrielle looked incredibly late a little scowly today, well, she was -- bent over the parchment spread on the desk in front of her, scribbling away at a frenetic pace and constantly hovering on the edge of snapping the tip right off her quill.
It wasn't that she had a problem with inspiration, but if she'd honestly believed the Muses had a direct hand in her creative process she'd have made sure to rip them a verbal new one the next time she went home. Slavedrivers.
[OOC: No OCD, 'cause can we pretend I didn't completely blank on this until now? Every moment is a blonde moment for me these days. I blame my characters.]
It wasn't that she had a problem with inspiration, but if she'd honestly believed the Muses had a direct hand in her creative process she'd have made sure to rip them a verbal new one the next time she went home. Slavedrivers.
[OOC: No OCD, 'cause can we pretend I didn't completely blank on this until now? Every moment is a blonde moment for me these days. I blame my characters.]