Please celebrate Leap Year Day in the traditional manner by taking a writer out for dinner.
It’s been four years since many authors had a good dinner. We are waiting. Many of us have our forks or chopsticks at the ready - some of us have had them ready for days. We will repay you by drifting off…
After briefly catching a clip of 2 Broke Girls on TV, K and I decided it was possibly the worst sitcom we had ever chanced seeing. It’s not without redemption, however, and we have two differing theories as to what would instantly boost it into becoming The Best Show In The World.
" "The two men sat on the patio of a cafe, pouring over their menus. It was one of the first warm spring days and they had requested their table under the trees to take in as much of the warm breeze as possible, even though they were equally uncomfortable sitting outside. Both were avoiding the subject at hand.
"So… What looks good to you then, Lee?"
"Oh, the eggs are always great here."
"Ha ha, guess you’d know."
Their eyes momentarily met in an awkward stand-off before they looked back to the menus.
A sudden and distant cry tore through the air. Weee-oooo, weeee-oooo. The blonde man of the pair rose to his feet, his patio chair scraping the concrete shrilly. His counterpart waved him downwards, grinning indifferently.
"Sit down, sit down. It’s just the tornado sirens. It happens every Wednesday at noon, y’know, to test them out. Make sure if there’s a tornado someday, they work."
The blonde man slowly sat again, picking up his menu, then paused, lowering it to look sceptically at his friend.
"So, Lee, what happens if there’s a tornado at noon on a Wednesday?"
"I’m sure they have something planned for that. Y’know, a warning system or something."
The blonde man wondered at this for a moment, then decided to have the eggs.”
Today’s new page starts to allude to the chapter’s title.
During her drawing session of pages, she’ll often come to me to ask if certain elements are right. In this page, the church was a point of accuracy since she has rarely been in churches, so it took a lot of explaining, plus renaming things “buffet table thing”, “boxy cross” and “priest stage” for simplicity’s sake.
The other hot button was how big a nose was. To which I said: “Bigger.”