“Um, is there an event here tonight?” I mumbled to the woman behind the counter at Starbucks, not sure if I had come across the correct coffee shop among the countless options in Cobble Hill. She looked puzzled. Self-conscious about the way I decided to spend my Thursday night while my friends opted for a concert, I slunk away to the basement of the store and found what I was looking for: a group of mismatched people sitting together, typing fiercely on sticker-barraged laptops. This was it: my introduction into the intense, strange world of NaNoWriMo.
