when they thought I wasn't
around. This interchange happened during the writing of the
climactic scenes of Finding
Sarah .
Three
"You know, I'm getting sick of just sitting
around here at the mercy of my writer," Sarah complained. She
squirmed, trying to get comfortable on a fallen log. "Look at me.
Stuck out here in the woods in the middle of the night, freezing my
ass off in a wedding dress while she tries to figure out how to
have Randy find me and save me from that creep."
"Hey, who are you calling
a creep?" Chris popped out from behind a nearby tree and sat on the
ground next to Sarah. "It's not like any of this was my idea. And all that
perverted sex stuff. What baloney. Hey, I like women. Women like
me. I had no problems with women until she decided she needed a
nastier villain."
"Oh, be quiet you two." Maggie appeared in
the clearing, bundled in a heavy parka. "I've got some hot tea in
this thermos and cookies in my backpack. And a blanket for you,
Sarah, since she's managed to have you lose yours. Maybe she won't
notice."
"Thanks, Maggie," Sarah said. She pulled the
blanket around her shoulders, wrapped her hands around the cup of
tea Maggie had poured for her and tried to keep her teeth from
chattering so she could take a sip. "Mmm. What kind of tea is
this?"
"How the hell should I know? I just bought
some cheap tea bags and added boiling water. All those fancy teas
Terry keeps writing for me—what a crock. I would have brought some
booze but I was afraid you-know-who," she glanced skyward, "might
notice if you got drunk."
"Shhh!" Chris said. "I think I hear the
keyboard clattering again. God knows what she'll have us do
next."
"I'm out of here then," Maggie said. "I'm
not in this scene and I don't want to be, thank you very much.
Finish that tea, Sarah, and hide the thermos. If she finds it,
you're in big trouble." As quickly as she had arrived, Maggie
scurried away.
Sarah gulped the rest of the tea and tossed
the cup behind a tree trunk. "Get out of here too, Chris. You're
not supposed to find me yet, although I must say, I wish you would.
I saw her looking up hypothermia on the Internet and I'm afraid I'm
going to be in bad shape."
"Sorry about that. But at least you're the
heroine. She can't really harm you. I hope she doesn't have a
shootout planned for me. I don't think she has a clue that I'm a
crack shot and she'll have my brains blown out instead."
Sarah jerked upright. "What's that? Did you
hear something? An animal? You don't think there are bears out
here, do you?"
"Bears?" He shook his head. "No. Maybe an
owl. She's not going to put anything out here that will hurt you.
Hang in there—I'm sure she'll bring me back before that beanpole
cop finds you. She's got him stuck in Pine Hills all exhausted and
frustrated."
Sarah wrapped herself in the blanket and
watched Chris disappear into the darkness. This character business
wasn't all it was cracked up to be. When she'd answered the ad, she
thought it would be fun—be the heroine of a romance novel. Ha!
Aside from one really great night with Randy, it had been one
disaster after another. Now here she was, stuck in the woods,
waiting around to see what her writer could possibly come up with
next.
At least it ought to start happening soon.
Chris had been right—the keyboard was clattering at a rapid
pace.
Without warning, a calico kitten appeared
from underneath a nearby log and climbed into Sarah's lap.
"What the—?"
A voice from above echoed through the trees.
"Hey, I can't help it. This week's writing class assignment is a
killer. I have to use specific phrases in a story, and they're all
unrelated. They gave us six to choose from. I have to use three of
them."
"Let me guess," Sarah said. "One choice was
'calico kitten', right?"
"Right. Now I need two
more. Hmm. Untied sneakers won't work—Chris already took yours away. Same
goes for wool socks . Mouthwash ? No, that won't fit. I don't suppose you'd be willing to
dream about
around. This interchange happened during the writing of the
climactic scenes of Finding
Sarah .
Three
"You know, I'm getting sick of just sitting
around here at the mercy of my writer," Sarah complained. She
squirmed, trying to get comfortable on a fallen log. "Look at me.
Stuck out here in the woods in the middle of the night, freezing my
ass off in a wedding dress while she tries to figure out how to
have Randy find me and save me from that creep."
"Hey, who are you calling
a creep?" Chris popped out from behind a nearby tree and sat on the
ground next to Sarah. "It's not like any of this was my idea. And all that
perverted sex stuff. What baloney. Hey, I like women. Women like
me. I had no problems with women until she decided she needed a
nastier villain."
"Oh, be quiet you two." Maggie appeared in
the clearing, bundled in a heavy parka. "I've got some hot tea in
this thermos and cookies in my backpack. And a blanket for you,
Sarah, since she's managed to have you lose yours. Maybe she won't
notice."
"Thanks, Maggie," Sarah said. She pulled the
blanket around her shoulders, wrapped her hands around the cup of
tea Maggie had poured for her and tried to keep her teeth from
chattering so she could take a sip. "Mmm. What kind of tea is
this?"
"How the hell should I know? I just bought
some cheap tea bags and added boiling water. All those fancy teas
Terry keeps writing for me—what a crock. I would have brought some
booze but I was afraid you-know-who," she glanced skyward, "might
notice if you got drunk."
"Shhh!" Chris said. "I think I hear the
keyboard clattering again. God knows what she'll have us do
next."
"I'm out of here then," Maggie said. "I'm
not in this scene and I don't want to be, thank you very much.
Finish that tea, Sarah, and hide the thermos. If she finds it,
you're in big trouble." As quickly as she had arrived, Maggie
scurried away.
Sarah gulped the rest of the tea and tossed
the cup behind a tree trunk. "Get out of here too, Chris. You're
not supposed to find me yet, although I must say, I wish you would.
I saw her looking up hypothermia on the Internet and I'm afraid I'm
going to be in bad shape."
"Sorry about that. But at least you're the
heroine. She can't really harm you. I hope she doesn't have a
shootout planned for me. I don't think she has a clue that I'm a
crack shot and she'll have my brains blown out instead."
Sarah jerked upright. "What's that? Did you
hear something? An animal? You don't think there are bears out
here, do you?"
"Bears?" He shook his head. "No. Maybe an
owl. She's not going to put anything out here that will hurt you.
Hang in there—I'm sure she'll bring me back before that beanpole
cop finds you. She's got him stuck in Pine Hills all exhausted and
frustrated."
Sarah wrapped herself in the blanket and
watched Chris disappear into the darkness. This character business
wasn't all it was cracked up to be. When she'd answered the ad, she
thought it would be fun—be the heroine of a romance novel. Ha!
Aside from one really great night with Randy, it had been one
disaster after another. Now here she was, stuck in the woods,
waiting around to see what her writer could possibly come up with
next.
At least it ought to start happening soon.
Chris had been right—the keyboard was clattering at a rapid
pace.
Without warning, a calico kitten appeared
from underneath a nearby log and climbed into Sarah's lap.
"What the—?"
A voice from above echoed through the trees.
"Hey, I can't help it. This week's writing class assignment is a
killer. I have to use specific phrases in a story, and they're all
unrelated. They gave us six to choose from. I have to use three of
them."
"Let me guess," Sarah said. "One choice was
'calico kitten', right?"
"Right. Now I need two
more. Hmm. Untied sneakers won't work—Chris already took yours away. Same
goes for wool socks . Mouthwash ? No, that won't fit. I don't suppose you'd be willing to
dream about
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