Office Away From Home

This morning I told my family, "I love you, but I'm leaving. . . ."

The next eight hours were spent at the MSU Library, the last quiet place for me to work on my novel without interruptions. There is a table next to an outlet on Fourth Floor East that is now my official office away from home. I got about 2/3 through my final (ish?) rewrite. It was time to come home when I got too hungry to think and started inserting meal descriptions of Almanzo Wilder-like proportions during the climax of my story (Note to self: Next time bring more food).