Chapter 17Linda
WHEN JANE CALLED, my notes for a new writer's latest attempt were spread across the kitchen table. Although improving, she still hadn't captured the magic to make the story great. I'd worked with a few independent authors over the years, some very talented and creative. Most of them couldn't afford me, but when I saw possibilities, I worked with them to help develop their characters and plots. The ones that annoyed me most were the first timers who argued. They were short marriages. Others wanted to learn, so I gave them reading suggestions, and writing assignments so they could practice how to better use their words. I'd started back with my publisher again, easing in with a book at a time, while I began to set up the bike shop.
Mom took care of TJ, tested recipes, and p
