A visit from a muse
The Green Room of WENN lacked the amenities of home, but the writer found it helpful to write in an appropriate environment. An episode of "Boston Blackie" played on the large old radio starring Chester Morris. A dark-haired figure scribbled furiously on a notepad, scratching out a line or two in disgust. She would never get this scene to work.
The door opened to admit a striking auburn-haired woman wearing a 1940s dark green dress with a matching hat with veil. The actress leaned dramatically against the opened door, holding her hand to her head in exhaustion.
"Why you're Hilary Booth!" The writer said, after examining her closely, "I saw you on Broadway!"
"Oh god, doesn't anyone greet me with anything *else*?" Hilary pouted. "Couldn't they remember my Ophelia or my..."
"Oh, spare me, Hilary," The writer said. "Your sometime husband is usually the one to recite his resume at the drop of a hat."
"My, you're irritable," Hilary smiled, sneeking a glance at the notepad. A rather scruffy looking bunny peered over the Green Room table, her eyes matching Hilary's own. "Having trouble with my latest adventure? Who are you marrying me to this time?"
"No one," The writer glared. "I'm *trying* to write the sequel to 'Siren'. You remember your first bunny?"
Hilary said, "Of course, how could I forget? And I thought I recognized that little one." She peered down at the scruffy bunny who hopped onto the Green Room table. Hilary held out of a small baby carrot to allow the bunny a quick nibble. "One of your first WENN ideas, wasn't she?"
"Yes." The writer sighed sadly. "I don't seem to be having any luck writing it though."
"Oh well, write another story," Hilary suggested. "I can send C.J. in to offer some ideas. He was so happy you let him survive the war in 'We Regret to Inform'." Then she added mischievously. "I could send Betty in instead..."
"Out, out!" The writer pointed to the door. "I don't want to hear from you again until you want to cooperate, do you understand, Miss Booth? Or, I'll... I'll marry you to Rollie Pruitt."
"You wouldn't! You couldn't!"
"Don't tempt me."
Hilary grumbled and left. The scruffy bunny sat quietly on the table with pleading eyes. "Don't look at me like that. You know I would never do that to Hilary... not without a good reason."
The door opened to admit a striking auburn-haired woman wearing a 1940s dark green dress with a matching hat with veil. The actress leaned dramatically against the opened door, holding her hand to her head in exhaustion.
"Why you're Hilary Booth!" The writer said, after examining her closely, "I saw you on Broadway!"
"Oh god, doesn't anyone greet me with anything *else*?" Hilary pouted. "Couldn't they remember my Ophelia or my..."
"Oh, spare me, Hilary," The writer said. "Your sometime husband is usually the one to recite his resume at the drop of a hat."
"My, you're irritable," Hilary smiled, sneeking a glance at the notepad. A rather scruffy looking bunny peered over the Green Room table, her eyes matching Hilary's own. "Having trouble with my latest adventure? Who are you marrying me to this time?"
"No one," The writer glared. "I'm *trying* to write the sequel to 'Siren'. You remember your first bunny?"
Hilary said, "Of course, how could I forget? And I thought I recognized that little one." She peered down at the scruffy bunny who hopped onto the Green Room table. Hilary held out of a small baby carrot to allow the bunny a quick nibble. "One of your first WENN ideas, wasn't she?"
"Yes." The writer sighed sadly. "I don't seem to be having any luck writing it though."
"Oh well, write another story," Hilary suggested. "I can send C.J. in to offer some ideas. He was so happy you let him survive the war in 'We Regret to Inform'." Then she added mischievously. "I could send Betty in instead..."
"Out, out!" The writer pointed to the door. "I don't want to hear from you again until you want to cooperate, do you understand, Miss Booth? Or, I'll... I'll marry you to Rollie Pruitt."
"You wouldn't! You couldn't!"
"Don't tempt me."
Hilary grumbled and left. The scruffy bunny sat quietly on the table with pleading eyes. "Don't look at me like that. You know I would never do that to Hilary... not without a good reason."