Hubby loves the King Crab legs and I like shrimp. Every once in a while, we go to a local buffet restaurant where we can both be happy. While hubby was working on his second course, one of my good friends walked into the restaurant. She and her date for the evening had met in the courthouse when they were both getting their divorces several years ago. They were celebrating that anniversary.
After hubby and I had finished our meal, we went over to chat with my friend and her date for a few minutes. As usual, I dug out one of my little book brochures to give to my friend's date. At that point, he began to tell me about his wonderful novel. He had it all organized--every scene all worked out. It just needed to be put together in the right order. He told me it would be easy for me to do.
I smiled and told him that I could not put his book together. My friend, who knows me well, explained to him that I had enough problems just meeting the deadlines I already have.
We went home after that. I wonder if my friend's date will ever put his book in the right order. I know it isn't easy. Writing a book takes time. Writing a good book takes lots of time. I can't write anyone else's book because I am too busy writing my own.