I utterly adore the latest scene I’ve written, though this story MAY be getting a little too meta. LOL, this is what happens when your main character is an author.
Hastily, she put the paper back in the tray, safely out of view so he couldn’t see her scribbles in the margins. “Yes. It’s not giving me trouble exactly, it’s just Professor Travers.”
He nodded, recognizing the name of the star of Claire’s stories. “What about him?”
“He’s not doing what I want him to,” she said, wrinkling her nose.
Chuckling, he pulled up a chair to the desk she was sitting at and sat down. “I feel I should point something out to you.”
Will leaned in, lowering his voice to a whisper as if imparting a great secret, “You’re the author. You control his actions.”
She rolled her eyes and pushed his shoulder when he laughed. “Yes, I’m well aware.”
“You didn’t appear to be.”
“Oh, you just don’t understand,” she said, without irritation for his teasing.