Gene: Why should I? Carol bawls me out—in public! Tells me to have new cover layouts ready right after lunch…and then has the gall not to be here to approve them!
Tracy: Can they wait?
Tracy: All right, Gene. I’ll approve them on my authority. Satisfied?
Gene: Not really. No disrespect, Tracy, but Carol’s the boss. This is her job. Her responsibility.
Tracy: Don’t I know it. Lynn, any sign of Carol?
Lynn: Oh, gee! No, Tracy. Nothing since she left before lunch. I’m sorry.
Tracy: Me, too. Thanks, Lynn. [to herself] Y’know, kid, you’re smoking more. The pressure’s getting to you. Carol, oh, Carol. Keep playing the no-show editor and your magazine’s had it. Your magazine…and me.
My headcanon to explain the different directions writers have taken Carol in over the years is that she was firmly rooted in the adrenaline-addict life of flying, intelligence, and security work, but when the whole clusterfuck went down with Mar-Vell and her name was smeared, she decided to put that part of her life behind her and move on as a writer. Ms. Marvel meant that she couldn’t abandon the high-speed part of her life, though, and her job with the Bugle fell by the wayside as she was pulled into superheroing. Part of her regrets that she wasn’t ever able to devote herself to writing full-time, but I see her as a character who truly enjoys her powers and what she does with them.
From Ms. Marvel Vol. 1 #10 (October 1977); script by Chris Claremont, pencils by Sal Buscema & Tom Palmer.