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

A brief smile escapes Francesca’s deep red lips, “You have no idea.” Carp smiles back. Writer Lady coughs. He looks at the computer monitor then back to Francesca, “You have an interesting story for a ‘beautiful but deadly bad ass.’ What’s the problem?” “Well…” Writer Lady begins. “She doesn’t know where to put me.” “I would go with a dark world. Something with a noir feel to it.” “That’s what I’ve been trying to do. My noir falls a little flat.” Francesca looks at Carp. “She keeps rejecting her own dark world because she feels that I belong in John Wick’s.” Carp looks at Writer Lady. She nods, her head still facing the monitor. “Great. Reach out to some people, ask them to call other people and see what the big boys say.” “There’s a problem. It’s kind of a big one.” Writer Lady says. She points to an open file folder on the table in front of her. Carp studies Writer Lady’s notes. “That’s her…” “...last name.” Writer Lady finishes t

  This post is dedicated to my mother for suggesting a very unexpected place for a character that I had no idea what to do with. Thank you.    Writer Lady sits in the Big Writing Chair at her desk in High Command and reads the scene she is currently working on. Francesca knew that something was different as she walked through The Archives' darkened Lower Stacks. She could feel the heat of the intruder’s presence well before she saw his/her face. She noticed it as she passed one of the darker aisles. Burnt out bulbs above a row of records that were rarely accessed. When a bulb burned out in The Lower Stacks maintenance was never in much of a hurry to replace them. He made no movement but she could see that something was obstructing her view of a section of Post WWII missions. He was...Francesca hesitated...taking a whiff of the air in front of the darkened aisle. Yes it was definitely a ‘he.’ A professional. Obviously. Only a professional would know about this place.