I consciously try to end my novels at a point where I won't have to wonder about my characters ever again.
Try Jesus, you won't regret it, a billboard read.
I wonder how many times we dream that kind of dream-something strange and illogical-and fail to realize God is trying to tell us something.
Mostly it's lies, writing novels. You set out to tell an untrue story and you try to make it believable, even to yourself. Which calls for details; any good lie does.
The one ironclad rule is that I have to try. I have to walk into my writing room and pick up my pen every weekday morning