This is why finishing a novel is such an accomplishment. Because it’s so much easier not to. It’s so much easier to say, It’s the novel’s fault. It’s not trying. To say, I can’t do anything about it. To say, This relationship is over, and walk out the door yourself.
(Looks at drawer full of opening chapters, nods in agreement)
(But hey–sometimes it really is the novels fault, you know? No, sorry, it’s not me, it’s you …)