Okay so here's the thing, it's 2 AM and I'm staring at my manuscript (the one I've been "working on" for like... years?) and it's almost done, like I COULD finish it, but then what? Like what if it's actually GOOD? (Because it *feels* good, you know?) And then I'd have to like, leave here, leave the quiet, the cows, Mrs. Henderson always asking about my tomatoes, and go do... tours. Public things. Like talking to strangers about my story? Nah. I just want to write it, live my life, you know? It's just a book. But also, like, what if it's THE book? And I'm just... not finishing it. Because I don't want to get famous. It's weird, right?