Saturday Night Silliness -- Random Musings of a Writer Lady and Her Cat.

Quickly spotting the Lady with the Long Golden Hair, Writer Lady approaches the group. A pewter toned bird is regally perched on the Lady with the Long Golden Hair's shoulder. It is Griff, a griffin that serves as the Lady's guide and another protector. When did it get here? Writer Lady wondered if the bird had been quietly stowed in the Lady with the Long Golden Hair's bag the entire time. Her sister did leave her purse open a lot while on the plane. Hearing Writer Lady approach, Griff turned his head towards her and lets out a loud “squawk” which in turn brought every one's attention to her. “ Hello sister.” The Lady with the Long Golden Hair greets her with a bright smile. Writer Lady can tell from the Lady with the Long Golden Hair's tone and smile her mission is going well. Introductions are made. She quietly listens as they continue their discussion. Writer Lady can tell from the Master of Ink's knowledge

Writer Lady's cell phone rings. She takes it out of her purse and answers. “Hello?” “This time lis-ten!” TP says through giggles. “Say, 'Yes. That was it. Did you get it?' “Yes. That was it. Did you get it?” “Nod a lot. This was something being recorded for an on line show. Say something that explains the outburst.” TP instructs. “I can't believe I made first audition recording. This is so cool!” Writer Lady says into the phone. “I get to cross that off of my bucket list.” “Now thank everyone and tell them it will be available for watching on You Tube. Soon. Not too soon. That way everyone has a chance to forget about it.” TP instructs. Writer Lady lowers the phone and blushes slightly. Looking around she says, “I would like to thank everyone here for cooperating. I was filming an audition for a new reality show. It will be posted on You Tube next month with the other auditions. The show is

Writer Lady swallows her initial panic and takes a deep breath. Tickets and particulars in hand Writer Lady takes her leave of the Lord and the Lady of the Drawn Story.  She thanks them for their time. It was clear to her the Drawn Story was well looked after and it would be for some time, Writer Lady was sure of that.   She heads on her way.  Out the door. “Where are you going?” TP's voice demands. Writer Lady stops just under the Exit sign. “Away from here,” the mental telepathy kicking in as she answers. “Why?” TP asks. “It's a ball. With people, music, dancing. Men! There will be men there. I'm not comfortable with this. I have to go.” Writer Lady says and continues walking only to be stopped before she reaches the door. “I can't move.” “Because TP doesn't understand. You go against Merlin's wishes because you fear men?” “It's more complicated than that.” “How can it be so complicated? These men seem to li

“Would you like to sit down?” The Lord of the Drawn Story asks. Writer Lady nods and they all take a seat at one of the tables set up in the center of the Lord and Lady's main booth. “Dobby, the hero of Tinkletoes' stories. The amazing cat that talks.” “Yes. Dobby is my cat. He really does talk.” The Lord and Lady of the Drawn Story's faces pale slightly, they look at each other for a moment and then look back at Writer Lady. “At first I was worried I was going crazy too. Then, I thought at the very least Dobby's talking was a freakishly strong version of the auditory hallucinations that can be associated with some anxiety disorders. My husband had died after all. That is until I was introduced to Tinkletoes. He had been talking to Dobby for a while at that point.” (See Invasion! And Invasion! II posts from November 2012) “I remember that Tinkletoes was bragging about how he was going to take down some aliens