“Dear,” said my lovely husband, “could you maybe write something inspiring next time. Something with a good ending, instead of these horrific endings?”
I looked at him as if he just disembarked a space ship new to our world.
“Like what?” I asked. “Which story would you suggest? We have been together for seven years. Mention a few people you would like me to use as heroes and end a story happy ever after.”
When we go down the list which will not be mentioned here, then add on top of it all older acquaintances, he decides that this was a moot point and we should not discuss it anymore. From close friends stabbing you in the back, to ungrateful others who stop talking to you, to the mistreatment of servants growing up, I am hard pressed to write positive until all the negative has been abolished.
Sad but true! My novels will remain with reasonable endings, hopefully even uplifting but do not look for it in my Novelettes. They are my accumulated venom at the horror people could be to each other. If you want fluff, do not read me. Mine are chock full of all the nastiness humans are made of without God.