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

“What inspired you to become a writer? What lead you to write that first book?”The interviewer asked smiling for the camera. “ A Christmas wish.” I responded. “A Christmas wish unfulfilled. The story is too long to tell. We’re running out of time but the truth is love has always eluded me. When I was younger, I had a special tradition. One I started just for me. Every year at the beginning of the holiday season I would make a Christmas wish to meet my special someone. That was the only gift I asked for, the only thing I wanted. Some Christmases were spent out mingling. Others I sat in my living room in my sparkly dress, with my manicured nails and flattering hairstyle only to kick off my shoes by 8 pm and stretch out on the couch with a favorite movie. Some Christmases were spent in jeans and a sweatshirt. A couple were spent in stained pajamas with a box of fudge for company. I had tried everything. After spending years being available. Of not being too available. O

Writer Lady taps on her keyboard without actually typing a single word. Turning her head, she watches as Carp and Tinkletoes chase Furnatche through the living room. The baby dragon scampers across the floor with one of Carp’s arm guards clenched between his teeth. She turns back to the email in front of her, then back to the people and animals in her living room. Tinkletoes chases Furnatche playfully, gently relieving the dragon of the arm guard and returning it to Carp. Writer Lady turns back to her computer, not before Tinkletoes sees her watching them. The two men stop on their way past the entrance to High Command. “Hey.” Tinkletoes says. “Hey.” Writer Lady responds. “Are you needin’ something?” He asks. “No, um...yes. Not really.” “So which is it?” “I don’t need anything. I got this email from the editor Carp connected me with. I want ed to ask Carp a question.” The retired romance novelist/assassin-in-training steps forward. “What do you