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

What kind of story is worthy of a storyteller? Where can one possibly go? I contemplate these questions as I sit here in front of my laptop. Cursor blinking. Word processor waiting for me to start the show. Giving a story to a storyteller has to be one of the most intimidating endeavors out there. The phrase, “What was I thinking?” is playing repeatedly in my mind as I sit here. The cursor keeps blinking. It’s taunting me. Help. Suggestions? Anyone? Should there be dragons, elves, and ogres? Or dead bodies and brilliant sleuths? “The Six Pack Ab Murders?” She does like a bit of comedy but isn’t always a fan of spoofs. I’ll have to save the abs for later. Is this stuff rhyming? My goodness, the poetry is beginning to leak in everywhere. TP is one of her favorite characters maybe I should start there. She likes Toni Johnson too. Maybe Toni should read this to her. A video blog? That’s an idea. Miss Jenny says, “Seventy-five is quite an accomplishmen

“I’m sure that it did.” Scotch responded. “You were saying?” Mr. McLeod prompted turning back to Pen. “The target was dead when we arrived. That is unusual. Isn’t it?” Pen asked. “It is slightly atypical. Keep in mind that the targets are not on our list for neutralization because they are good people.” “They’ve all done bad things?” Pen asked. “Yes of course.” “People who do bad things typically have numerous enemies. So it wouldn’t be completely unusual.” She agreed. “It’s not.” Mr. McLeod agreed. “We are the best, typically we do get to them first.” Mr. McLeod looked at Scotch. “Isn’t that right Scotch?” Scotch closed his open mouth quickly. It was like his supervisor had been abducted by aliens and replaced with someone who was completely unflappable. “Yes.” He agreed. Mr. McLeod stood and held out a hand to Pen. He cradled her hand in his own for several moments. “Thank you so much for bringing this incident to my attention. I hope that I was able to alle