God bless us, every one! Follow! Humbug! So he’s had a couple of flops. Well, who hasn’t? You have a new book in mind? Of course he does! My lamp’s gone out. I’ve run out of ideas. Are we in trouble? No, of course not. I have told you not to disturb me when I am working. On Christmas Eve, the spirits pour into the night. Look here, Mr. Dickens. Pickpockets, streetwalkers, humbug. Most people don’t belong in books. Charles! Humbug! Humbug! It’s about a miser, and on Christmas Eve, he meets some kind of supernatural guides. Does it have a title? Humbug: A Miser’s Lament. Christmas Ghost Story, Christmas Song, Christmas Ballad, something like that. Get the name right, and the character will appear. Scratch… Scr … unja … Come on! Scrooge! Shut the window! You think I’m made of money? Mr. Scrooge. How delightful to meet you, sir. Sorry I can’t say the same. You and I are gonna do wonderful things together. [knock knock] Rrr! How do you make a world come alive? I can almost see and hear them people. Even if you’d already written it, we couldn’t possibly get it printed and distributed in only six weeks. If I can’t finish it, I’ll never write again. The characters won’t do what I want. I’m the author here. Allegedly. A jolly ghost. What’s that mean? From a season of hope, we will shut out nothing and everyone will be welcome. I have to get to the printers by nine o’clock. You still don’t have an ending. Merry merry Christmas to one and all. Merry Christmas! That’s enough. Back to work. God bless us, every woman.