My novel has ditched me, apparently I'm just not good enough for it.

We're nearly 25,000 words into this relationship, and it tells me that something is missing. It seems that I've just not brought enough excitement into the relationship, there's no pizzaz, no spark, no 'za za zo', and oh by the way, my taste in music apparently sucks. How could I know it didn't like listening to Blue October repeatedly? It could have said something, I would have put something else on.

It's just like a novel not to tell you want it wants and then get pissed at you for not doing all the right things.

I'm crushed, really I am. What did I do wrong? Why am I not good enough? *SOB*

Yes, as we speak, my novel is trolling the pages, going down seedy streets and into dive bars. It's hooking up with all sorts of characters looking for a villain. Yes, my friends it's true; nice guys (and gals) really do finish last.

I can't believe that after all I've done for it, and trust me I've done a lot, I'm being chucked for being too nice. I've given that novel the best week of my life! *SOB* Seriously, I've never committed to a relationship thats lasted beyond 5 pages before. I used to be strictly short stories. No muss no fuss, just leave some paper on the printer stand before I go.

This time things were different, I really put myself into this!

Of course my novel assures me that, 'It's not you, it's me.'

Like I haven't heard that line a million times.

Oh why doesn't my novel love me anymore? *SOBHEADDESK*

*sniff*

Maybe it will get tired of it's 'bad guy'. Maybe if I wait around,you know, clean up my grammar a bit, it will come back to me, and we can finally have that happily ever after!

But then again, there's always more short stories out there...

Perhaps it is time to consider therapy.