ME: I did it! I finished the first draft of Green as Water, Gray as Stone!
ME: Yeah, I got stuck at the end though. I couldn't think of anything dangerous for my main character to do as his third task.
HUSBAND: Really? Why not?
ME: Because there's nothing dangerous around that area. No poisonous snakes, no big predators, nothing. I mean, there are huge centipedes, but that's about it. The whole book leads up to this final challenge, and when I got there I realized I had nothing for him to do.
HUSBAND: What about sharks? Or volcanoes?
ME: But there are already two shark scares in the book! And the volcanoes are too far away.
HUSBAND: You should use a volcano anyway.
ME: There's no time to get them all the way up the mountain. It's the end of the book. Besides it's all right, I figured it out.
HUSBAND: Really, what did you do?
ME: I threw him off a cliff...
And that, children, is how books get written.