Amelia: What is that you are watching there on your high falutin’ picture box.

Jodi: It’s my fireplace dvd. It’s good background for when I am writing.

Amelia: What, you don’t have a real fireplace.

Jodi: We can’t afford one. So I turn on the dvd and light a candle for an aromatic touch.

Amelia: Which is why your fire smells like coconut chocolate mousse?

Jodi: Yes. Earlier it smelled of mangos and tangerines.

Amelia: Refreshing! You realize you are only talking to me to waste time, right?

Jodi: Yes. I’m stuck. I’m blocked. I don’t know what to do next. The body has been discovered, the police have been called. All the stuff I came up with last year when I planned this story has been written.

Amelia: You just do it. You just write.

Jodi: Easy for you to say, but write what?

Amelia: My god, girl, quit your crying, get on that plane and fly it already. Oh, and name a character after me.

Jodi: Consider it done.

Just because she’s been quiet, doesn’t mean she’s gone.

Of course she’s been quiet so long, a great portion of people who read my blog now probably don’t realize I talk to a poster of Amelia Earhart.