Novel Horrors Month Two Day Thirteen

The human was a bit distracted today, trying to finish off her Christmas orders, but she still managed to get more work on that horrible novel done. I'm afraid to imagine how much more writing she'll be able to crank out now that she's got all of the Christmas stuff ordered. Really, she should be ashamed, and I don't even want to think of what might happen if things continue at the rate that they are going. Perhaps I will sneak the battery for her laptop into someone else's package for Christmas. That might slow her down.