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

  “O...kay.” Tinkletoes stirs at the sound of Carp’s voice. “Done?” He asks. “Yes. This is terrible by the way.” Carp says as he reaches out and grabs a stack of pages from the printer. He hands them to Tinkletoes/John who begins reading. “An explosion right away. Nice work.” “Keep going.” Tinkletoes/John keeps reading. “Good. Good. Have you thought about using a flamethrower on page six? It would be more visually interesting than your everyday tank fire.” “This isn’t a movie.” Carp counters. “But John Wick is. This might be in a movie some day. Burning fires all over the landscape makes it more interesting. Besides don’t the people who read this shit picture it in their heads, you know, when they’re reading?” Carp nods grudgingly. “Then let’s use flamethrowers.” Carp waits for Tinkletoes/John to get to page seven. “How will the building Francesca has taken shelter in collapse then genius?” “It catches fire.” “It the building collapses while on f

  “A re-write.” Writer Lady skirts her head around Tinkletoes/John’s body. She looks at Carp. “My character is requesting a re-write.” “Not requesting.” Tinkletoes/John corrects. “Demands a re-write.” Francesca rolls her eyes. “Sorry.” Writer Lady says. “My character demands a re-write. What does a writer typically do when their characters get pushy?” Carp rubs his fingertips against his shirt and shines his nails. “I always took great pleasure in killing them.” “Weren’t there repercussions?” “No.” Carp looks thoughtful. “There was this one time when I killed off a virgin bride on her wedding night in a freak accident minutes before her,” Carp coughs, “defloration. It was a long courtship as well as one of my more descriptive bedroom scenes. Readers never saw it coming. Once my hardcore fans got over it, The Deflowering of Penelope was one of my greatest successes.” “ Hmm, a successful book would be nice after writing all this time.” “ Boom. Boom.