The scene: a writer's office in which a windstorm may or may not have hit. A Muse is stretched out on the carpet, eating bonbons. A Writer sits at the computer, grimacing at the screen.
Writer: I don't know what to do with this book.
Muse: Whattaya looking at me for?
I appreciate the inspiration you give me, but it would really be better
if you could give me a full book's worth of inspiration, not half a
book's worth. Nobody buys half a book.
Muse: They could! Wouldn't
that be a great idea? We could call them "demi-novels." They would be
great beginnings, and then they would suddenly crash to a halt without
Writer: I don't see much of a market for that.
Muse: Too bad, because I could come up with LOADS of them!
Writer: Pass the bonbons.