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Hello everyone — Pip here! Say, has anybody seen the Writer? I’ve got to tell you that I’m pretty miffed… She’s left me hanging around for the past couple of weeks with only half of my memory. Worse, when she should be dreaming of things to make my life interesting, she is busy with her “real job.” Really? Her “real job” should be me, and Granny Fanny, and the dozens of other characters that live in her mind.
I finally wriggled my way out of her subconscious and told her she needed to think about the Three Ingredients serial. Granted she was half asleep at the time, but she muttered that nobody had sent any “ingredients” to drive the story.
Why couldn’t she just write it without reader input, I asked. Then I tried to push her into a dream of taking that odd looking automobile that she calls “Max” down to Gilley’s Grocery. If none of you readers sent “ingredients” then she should just go and get her own ingredients. Right? Honestly, do I have to think of everything?
However, she muttered something about PeaPod delivery, shutting down my grocery idea. Then she actually drifted off and started dreaming a truly bizarre dream.
(I can tell you, the Writer has some strange dreams, and that’s the honest truth…) Anyhow, I added a handsome blonde man to her dream, hoping that maybe it would encourage her to at least get a little shut-eye.
The trouble is — now I can’t find the Writer! Once she turned over and murmured the unthinkable H-word, hiatus! But she wouldn’t do that to me… would she? I haven’t gotten to wear that waiter’s uniform, and it’s really the bee’s knees. And we don’t know who the King of Clubs is. And I still don’t have all my memory back!
She can’t just abandon me. Can she…?