Reflectivity
I only write beginnings and I never finish my stories. There's no reason for it, it just happens that way. I'll think of a snappy, eye-catching start to my tale, something that really grabs your attention and makes you curious, but inevitably, I'll run out of steam before the end. (That, by the way, is a disclaimer. This story is no exception.) If I had to put a number, I'd say that I make it past the halfway point about a third of the time. Those odds aren't great, I'll admit. It gets worse after that. In the next quarter, I stop writing the rest of my stories. Here's a dialogue I designed for our mutual convenience to explain further. "What sorts of things do you like to write?" Johnathon, or maybe Alexandra asked. We're either sitting in a trendy cafe, waiting for our coffee to cool, or in a loud retro diner, fiddling with the straws and napkins before our food arrives. "I only write the beginnings of stories," I replied. &q