anything of value to say

You've only started chapter two
And your villain is already dead.
Where do you go from here?

You've failed to foreground conflict,
the arguments, temptations, angst-full youths
and now people hardly care

About what you've spilled through gentle strokes,
Carefully grafted sketches of laughing days,
And wooly dreams fulfilled.

No one is friendly to your fair weather tale:
Over and again they ask:
"Has it anything of value to say?"

Have they?

Maybe they're right though,
After all, people say that people say that
These are the people that know.

Besides,
Who would want to read a story
Where the "happily ever" starts on page one?