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.