So I just shifted position in the library, in part because I hope it will help shake a few brain cells loose so I can get some more writing done (Don't laugh; it's been known to work) and in part because I want some tea (That, also, has been known to work) and there are only a few places where tea is allowed.
The place is, as usual, full, and on my way to a new table, I passed an elegant looking woman with a lovely, neat stack of book surrounding her and a tidy pile of beautifully written notes next to her.
She looks just like an author busy doing research ought to look.
I want to be her.
Well, not her, exactly, but the person she looks like.