Wednesday, February 4, 2009

A word from my sponsor

And now, a glimpse into my dementia.

Heather: So, you wrapped up "Long Road" last night, huh?

Kat: Yeah. I'm all done...for now.

Heather: Did you remember to put in the part about the....

Kat: Yeah.

Heather: And what about that part where Dave...

Kat: Yeah.

Heather: Tell me you remembered to put in what I thought about my brother's...

Kat: Heather. I got it. Quit worrying.

Heather: Geez, Kat. Calm down. I just wanted to make sure you got it all down and got it right.

Kat: I'm a professional. I know what I'm doing.

Heather: Ha! Professional. You're a professional reporter. That's a lot different than writing someone's life story.

Kat: Oh, yeah? How so, Rock Star?

Heather: Hey...watch it. You know how I feel about that label.

Kat: (Raises eyebrow. Crosses arms. Taps foot.)

Heather: Stop looking at me like that. You knew what I meant. You've said it before; writing a news story is different because you give out all of the info up front, and writing fiction you have to drizzle a little here and there. I just hope you did it right this time.

Kat: I think you better go back to Dr. Saxton and see if he can do something about your passive-aggressive behavior.

Heather: (Smiles.) You should be glad it's passive.

Kat: Is that a threat?

Heather: (Still smiling.) Take it for what it is, Kat. (Sighs.) Now what about the soundtrack? How's that coming?

Kat: I thought you were the musician.

Heather: Girl, I'm fictional. If you leave the singing up to me, that soundtrack will be nothing but track after track of Simon and Garfunkel.

Kat: Huh?

Heather: You know, "The Sound of Silence?"

Kat: Oh, thanks. Now I'll have that stuck in my head all day.

Heather: Don't mention it. Now, about the soundtrack...

Kat: I'm workin' on it. I'm workin' on it. It would be nice if I could find a drummer that wasn't fictional.

Heather: Heh heh. Hey, Kat...

Kat: What?

Heather: What do you call a drummer without a girlfriend?

Kat: I've heard this one before. You call him homeless. I thought that might hit a little too close to home for you. I mean, considering...

Heather: Not really. I'm over that. Now about the soundtrack...

Kat: Dana and I are working on it. We're waiting for drum tracks on "Long Road Home" and we're working on the title track. While I'm waiting for my crit group's response, I'll have time to work on it some more, too.

Heather: Hmm. Crit group, huh? Are you nervous? Who's reading it? Anyone I should know about?

Kat: A few different people, but if someone else wanted to take a gander I wouldn't mind.

Heather: Oh, OK. (laughs again) Hey, Kat, how do you get a drummer off your front porch?

Kat: I don't know. How?

Heather: Pay him for the pizza. (laughs)

Kat: Oh, Heather. That's terrible. And Nick's Italian, too. That's really bad.

Heather: Aw, lighten up. He thought it was hilarious.

3 comments:

gzusfreek said...

That's hilarious! I can't wait until this book comes out!
You rock!

lynnrush said...

ROTFL, girl!!!!

Kate Karyus Quinn said...

I was halfway through reading this before I realized you were not having this conversation with an actual living person. I think that is a good thing though;)

And the drummer jokes are too funny.