Sure I Did It, But I'm Not Fixing It
F antasia has funny clocks. They aren’t so strange when you try to use them, but we can visit any time we wish. We can see things that haven’t happened yet and maybe never will, but it only works if you have licensed writer as your guide. With me being such a writer, I decided to move forward in time and explore a little, hoping to resolve this plotting issue I’ve been having with book five. I closed my eyes and when I opened them I found myself standing on Main Street, just outside of Ellen’s café. In front of me I saw what appeared to be a car wreck. A camera boom was positioned near it, but I saw no cameras or camera crew or anyone at all. I heard the door open behind me. It came to a stop so hard that the glass rattled. I turned around and saw Sara coming toward me. “I’ve got a bone to pick with you!” she said, pointing at me as she spoke. I could see the redness in her face. “Me?” I asked, putting my hand against my chest. Sara seemed to cool a couple of degrees. “You didn’t thi...