talking to the “author”

So, I've heard that you're writing something new?

Uhm... - grumbles from the laptop.

Anything good...? - asks the friendly meddler.

Oh, yes. Very interesting, a lot of plot, action and romance/comedy and a lot of... - keeps talking, gesticulating wildly with her hands up in the air, her eyes still on the laptop, eyebrows furrowed as she tries to make a character do as he's told... and failing.

Facing definite rebellion as she writes.

That sounds great ! - unnecessary enthusiasm from the listener.

Sure, sure... - the sound of angry taping against the keyboard fills the room.

So how's it going to end ? - another question to interrupt the writing process.

Hmm... got absolutely no bloody idea... - click, click, click... tap, tap, tap on the laptop.

But aren't you the writer... the author of the story? If not you, then who, right? - The meddler sounds confused and dubious at the same time.

She finally looks up, her glasses reflecting the blue screen in front of her. She looks calmly and smiles for the first time this evening.

Oh, honey... I have no idea... I make this up as I go... didn't you know? - her smile turns darker and seductive somehow.

Why are you looking at me like that? - He asks nervously, loosening his up his tie.

No reason... just came up with a new character... a victim in a suit... perfect... now the rest of the story finally makes sense.

She looks one last time at him and starts to write again. A new lead to her story unraveling before her. Her characters filling up her head with new lines and a lot of snide comments.

The "author" taps away, the smile still on her lips.