I don’t want my life to be a series of books in which the character sees
the light of day at the last chapter, gets convinced of the wrong of
her ways, decides to change and goes to sleep happily only for the next
sequel to start with her still stuck in her old ways and the only way
that makes her change is an outside force that leaves her no other
choice, that kind of change is meaningless. It has to be a struggle
stemming from a decision. I don’t want my life to be inspiring at
intervals but throughout to be so ordinary. The reader won’t even stick
out to the end, because the character reminds him so much of his
failings. He’d much rather spend his days with a book that makes him
discover his inner good, rather than rediscover his shortcomings over
and over again.
