The doors to the WENN radio station opened to admit a tall athletically built teenager dressed in red and gold robes with knee and arm protectors. He held a fancy broomstick in his hand. Gertie had never seen the insignia on the robes before, but all she knew were the lamentable Pittsburgh Pirates who needed more than a logo change to improve ( Read more... )

A receptionist sat behind a desk next to an old-fashioned switchboard, occasionally snacking on a piece of peanut brittle. She was screening the incoming muses for the Writer who had sequestered herself in the Green Room. Glancing at the line forming up since that morning, the receptionist sighed. Her job didn't pay nearly enough for this ( Read more... )

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 ( Read more... )

Welcome to wabbitseason, where the hunting of screwy plotbunnies is not only encouraged, but sometimes a necessity ( Read more... )