Author has written 9 stories for Doctor Who, Lord of the Rings, Dreamer, Pride and Prejudice, and Harry Potter.
You are in a room.
You are not certain how you got there, or why you are there, but that does not trouble you as you venture to explore. The room is large, expansive, but not overwhelmingly so. You find the reason for this is the many bookshelves, comfortably filled with books of every kind. Their spines have gathered some dust, untouched from the inhabitant's long hiatus, you presume.
Early dawn whispers in from a large bay window; the curtains are pulled back to reveal a view of a set of mountains, covered with mist. One windowpane is pulled open, letting in cool air that winds its away around the room. It briefly touches the unlit fireplace, caressing the objects on the mantle. Photos and figurines welcome the air, and seem to soften in the morning light.
A small, light rug sits in front of the fireplace, instead of the heavy thick one of before. So the occupant has been in here at least briefly. You notice, also, that the desk has changed, slightly messier and disorganized. It gives you hope, as you take a peek at the papers. They are new scribblings, in the process of being transcribed properly; neater, more precise versions sit in the corner by a sharper pen.
There is another note on the desk.
I apologize for the absence. I was called away on some important business, and though that has likely been heard many times over, it is all I can offer. Feel free to make yourself comfortable. My works, few though they are, are available on the third shelf from the window, and on the fourth row. You may browse them if you wish. My favorites are right by the window, taking up that entire shelf. Browse those, too; I recommend them (they would not be my favorites, otherwise).
If you wish for a fire, there are matches in my desk, or flint and tinder if you are so skilled and wish to do the job old-fashionedly. I don't know how to do it myself, but a few good Muses do, when they're around.
I'm sorry that this business requires my absence for some time.
Finally, if you wish to leave any notes for me, or my works, there is paper and pen available. I would accept any criticism you have; if you're able to read the story, please leave a note behind. As a favorite author of mine says, reviews feed the muse.
That is all; may the stars shine upon the hour of our meeting, and may hope ever guide your path.
A curious name, you think, as you look about. When no one appears, you shrug, and head for the bookshelves. There are many books besides the ones mentioned, and many cushioned chairs besides. You pick one, and settle down.