Fiction comes to life,

In my next novel the hero finds himself in a situation where he has to make a big life decision. Ironically I find myself in a similar dilemma, except I am not in a situation where I can act as I want my hero to. As I search for a compromise to my problem I wonder how I can write about people doing the right thing (at least what I consider the right thing) while I just look for back doors.

Anyways why can't the good things that I write about happen to me? Maybe I should write a book about a frustrated construction worker that gets his book published and he makes enough money that he can spend the rest of his writing. Pure fiction. Sigh.