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

  Dylan pokes his head into the room. His older sister Paige’s head, appears just above his. “Ray wants to know if there are cookies.” He says. Writer Lady situates herself so she can peer around Tinkletoes’ side. “We are out of cookies.” “Is there anything else to snack on?” The six year old asks. “We’re hungry.” “We are out of snack crackers, chips, and pretzels.” Writer Lady responds, as she runs through a mental list. “Chocolate and soda too.” “There’s no food.” Dylan announces. He raises his eyes to his sister. “We’re gonna starve.” “We’re out of junk food you big baby.” Paige responds to her brother. “There’s plenty of food in the house. Eat an apple.” Tinkletoes turns to face the children. “Writer Lady is being naughty. Go eat your apples. I’m gonna see to it that she behaves.” TP pops in, floating in front of Tinkletoes. “Don’t look down. You’re gonna get it now.” The faerie giggles. Tinkletoes looks down. Writer Lady’s face is red, her

*No Nathans were injured or killed during the writing of this story although one self-proclaimed mercenary might not be so lucky.                                                                           Nathan Writing out the name, she underlined it. Twice. Why it needed to be underlined two times and not just one, she wasn’t quite sure. Julia never knew where stories were headed when she began writing them and this time was no different. There she sat, pen in hand, staring at the name Nathan and its lines of emphasis. Minutes passed. She put down her pen and picked up her coffee, cradling the warm mug between her hands, Julia raised her eyes studying the coffee shop’s other patrons. What kind of a man is this is this character Nathan? What is his story? Is it an adventure? A mystery? A love story? Hearing raised voices coming from the front of the restaurant, Julia turned her attention in the direction of the offending sounds. A woman was leaning ac