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

The house is quiet when Writer Lady sits down in the Big Writing Chair. It is finally writing day. The first one she has had to herself in a very long time. Opening a Gothic ghost story she started working on several months ago she gets back to work. She begins her session playing up details as Carp suggested earlier in the day. As she works on the story the night sky becomes darker and more cloudy. The lighting strikes during a storm are brighter. The romantic encounter between the brooding lord of the manor and the mysterious she ghost much more intense. When Writer Lady first delved into the world of (coughs) erotic stories she felt strongly that it was a genre she wanted to stay away from but on that particular day one self-proclaimed mercenary needed to be taught a valuable lesson. Although the lesson was over the story had taken on a life of its own.  Today her eyebrows lift and she giggles to herself as she types. “I might have a gift for this," sh

  A writer lady watches as her cats sit on a window sill and study a bird during the final moments of daylight. She walks through her home checking doors and windows. She closes the blinds. Turning off the television, she walks into her writing room, High Command. Stepping in front of the window, the wall falls away, as she turns to look behind her, she hears someone calling. “Mom?” Turning her attention to its source, Writer Lady finds Dobby Cat, her beloved ginger tabby in the yard waiting. “Come On Mom. The party’s over here.” Night has fallen. A large white circus tent stands in the yard. Catching up with Dobby Cat, the pair walk up the path past torches on poles. Pixies flutter in the air surrounding her as kittens weave around her feet. A fire eater releases a brilliant blaze as she reaches the tent. He holds the flap open for her inviting Writer Lady to enter. She looks at Dobby Cat with a quizzical  expression. “Diomedes made a new friend.” He expl