'And plots are thin on the ground, and the Lake of Inspiration has frozen over,' smiled his wife. 'Perhaps it's time to look at the bigger picture.'
'Ah, the Novel. The characters are behaving churlishly there, too.'
'You should edit it. Give them somewhere comfortable to live until Spring comes round again.'
'Editing. It sounds so brutal. Reminiscent of pruning trees.' Chuckling, he took her hand. 'But yes, you're right. That's exactly what I need to do. And who knows? Tomorrow I might have something new to say.'