The other week I was up late working on the book.  It was frustrating me to no end.  So I turned on the television, allegedly for background noise thinking maybe it would inspire me.  And it did, but not the way that I imagined.  Because for some reason I wound up on a local station that was less than a minute into something called The Wednesday Morning Breakfast Club.

It was a movie.  And from the first moments, it captivated me like few films I’ve seen of late have.

Directed by Justin Barber, The Wednesday Morning Breakfast Club is the tale of young waitress Megan (played by Stacey Bradshaw) and her career at a small restaurant.  Simple enough.  Except that every Wednesday morning Megan’s routine runs afoul of three senior citizens who arrive for breakfast and hold court.  They practically come in and take over the place.  Which never ...