If I walked away, Hawthorne would just go to another writer and what would be the result of that? I’d end up as a minor character, nothing more than a sidekick in someone else’s book, which would actually be considerably worse than being a real character in one of my own. They would be able to do anything they liked. They could make me look like a complete idiot if they wanted. On the other hand, if I wrote the book, I would have control. Hawthorne had admitted that he had come to me and only me. It was my story.