It’s easier to respond than to originate. A lot easier. A sustained origination like writing a novel* that eventually provokes a response is even more rare.
Writing a novel is like starting and maintaining a controlled burn. You don’t want it to get rained out (like a good ball game) and you don’t want it to take to the tree tops (creating a “fire tornado” that uses up all its fuel and then some and leaves a smoking wreck behind).
I’ve been thinking about fire. It continues to be a theme in this current work.
*An exercise in unhygienic literary self-exploration.