Time Corps 14

The 31st of a month, Col Khan begins, "good morning ladies, who has heard of National Novel Writing Month, or 'NaNo' as it's nicknamed?"
Every hand but Betty Lou's and mine goes up.
"Now Betty Lou, that I understand, she lived before the concept. But you Indira, just how exactly is a circa 2000 librarian so disconnected from trends as to not know?"
"Col, it was only the TV presenter calling me a librarian as part of the script. As you well know, I was a library worker."
"Refresh my memory, explain the difference."
"Monetarily Col, little difference, culturally, a vast chasm. Librarians are part of the inner circle, endless emails on trends in publishing, what's available, conferences and the like. Library worker, more like Betty Lou's mill job. Rotation at the checkout, shelving books, setting aside reserved items. And in the lunch room, almost no interaction between the 2 groups."
"Ok, that explains it. Heidi, tell these 2 what you know of NaNo."
Heidi, "I'm not surprised you didn't hear of it Indira, concept was only in its infancy when you left Canada. See lotta people get writers block, too perfectionist, like rewriting 20 times what the heroine wore on a very ordinary day. NaNo breaks away all the BS, 50,000 words in one month. Can't afford to agonize, you just roll. Can revise later, it is just a first draft. In a sense, NaNo liberates the repressed."
Col smiles, "I could not have said it better. Y'all are doing the NaNo. In fact, got ideas laid out for each of you."
Gasps.
"Betty Lou, your handout, plantation in the Old South, days of slavery. Throw in as much sex as you like. But if the word count meter doesn't show a minimum of 3,000 words on inter-racial sex, it's marked incomplete."
Fierce blush, "may I ask why Col?"
"Confront your demons, you grow. You'll soon be writing on other peoples' demons. Heidi, kibbutz in Israel, any time in history you like. Must write into the story time people are away on mil duty."
Heidi colors, doesn't reply.
"Indira, sci fi, choose a shipwrecked crew or another world colony. Must be human, not alien. Minimum 7,000 word count on sex."
I gasp.
"No bestiality or sex with underage. Other than that I want every perversion you can dream up. Don't meet the word count, it comes back to you."
"Col, I assume you wish me to face demons also."
"You got it."
Col gives out the other assignments, then, "roll em ladies, you got the next month of no classes. Time's a wasting. Get those laptops into high gear."
We file out, in shock.