Chapter 13
The publisher was so engrossed in the story that he didn't hear the writer enter the room.
"Well," he said to the publisher, taking a few steps toward him. "How is it coming?"
The publisher looked up. He was a little startled at first, but then he smiled.
"There you are, been wondering what was keeping you. I see you've actually decided to come back. Did you get everything done that you needed or do you have to go out again."
The writer shook his head. "Everything seems to be done I still have a few decorations for the tree."
"Ah yes, that time of year again. Somehow I keep forgetting. It's too warm in this part of the country. I'm used to it being a lot colder."
The writer nodded. "Yeah, sometimes it gets downright hot. But I'm used to it. I've lived in these parts all my life. My wife was born and grew up here. She adores Haven and its surroundings. Always has."
"So?" he asked, when there was no reply. "Any complaints? Anything in it that you'd like t o change?"
"It's a wonderful story so far. You make a good introduction and the descriptions of the characters are very clear. It's a great beginning, but confusing at times."
Now it was the writer's turn to look startled. "Really?" he asked. "What parts do you find confusing?"
The publisher smiled and shook his head. "Nothing to get all upset over. Just that it seems as if there were two sisters, not one. One called Nicole and one called Danielle. " He laughed. "But really, I should already know the answer to that. It's a Cinderella story after all."
"Well if it makes you feel better, Nicole and Danielle are one in the same. After a while, it straightens itself out. You'll see." He smiled. "Have you found any others?"
"Just a few more, but I want to keep reading and then we'll discuss any changes that need to be made. Besides that, I need to ask a few questions regarding this or that plot point. So pull up a chair and have a seat. It shouldn't be that much longer."
"Thanks," the writer said, "I'd be only be two happy to join you."
The publisher was so engrossed in the story that he didn't hear the writer enter the room.
"Well," he said to the publisher, taking a few steps toward him. "How is it coming?"
The publisher looked up. He was a little startled at first, but then he smiled.
"There you are, been wondering what was keeping you. I see you've actually decided to come back. Did you get everything done that you needed or do you have to go out again."
The writer shook his head. "Everything seems to be done I still have a few decorations for the tree."
"Ah yes, that time of year again. Somehow I keep forgetting. It's too warm in this part of the country. I'm used to it being a lot colder."
The writer nodded. "Yeah, sometimes it gets downright hot. But I'm used to it. I've lived in these parts all my life. My wife was born and grew up here. She adores Haven and its surroundings. Always has."
"So?" he asked, when there was no reply. "Any complaints? Anything in it that you'd like t o change?"
"It's a wonderful story so far. You make a good introduction and the descriptions of the characters are very clear. It's a great beginning, but confusing at times."
Now it was the writer's turn to look startled. "Really?" he asked. "What parts do you find confusing?"
The publisher smiled and shook his head. "Nothing to get all upset over. Just that it seems as if there were two sisters, not one. One called Nicole and one called Danielle. " He laughed. "But really, I should already know the answer to that. It's a Cinderella story after all."
"Well if it makes you feel better, Nicole and Danielle are one in the same. After a while, it straightens itself out. You'll see." He smiled. "Have you found any others?"
"Just a few more, but I want to keep reading and then we'll discuss any changes that need to be made. Besides that, I need to ask a few questions regarding this or that plot point. So pull up a chair and have a seat. It shouldn't be that much longer."
"Thanks," the writer said, "I'd be only be two happy to join you."