More Changes
T he saga continues, I’m afraid. Another week has passed and I find it necessary to discuss the plot of my work in progress with my protagonist, Sara. She was with a customer when I arrived, but I told Carla why I was there and she seated me at a table in the back corner, poured me a cup of coffee and promised to tell Sara to come talk to me. I amused myself by looking at some old pictures of Ellen’s grandparents that were hanging on the wall back there. It was interesting to see how different the place looked when they first opened it. “What’s up?” Sara asked, arriving at the table as my coffee cup reached the halfway point. Let’s call it half empty—I’m in that kind of mood. “Sit down,” I said. “We need to talk about the story.” “Again? What are you planning to do to me now?” She sat across the table from me and rested her crossed arms on it. “This thing about you guys losing the contract just doesn’t seem to be working as well as I think it should. I could having story where you’...