Goodbye, my current WIP. We had a thing between us, you and I, for a short while. A whirlwind romance. I even wrote three chapters of you in a frenzy of ideas. Your MC was a lot like Mick Kelly, and I loved spending time in her head.
But alas, it wasn't to be. You fizzled out, and your hook was just...well...inadequate, frankly. It didn't satisfy me. I don't think it could satisfy anyone. You couldn't quite figure out who you wanted to be. A story of racial tension? A family drama? Both were mediocre. And I've been thinking a lot lately about a completely different story. It's true. I'm sorry.
Au revoir, barely-started trunk novel.