I officially abandoned Pizza tonight (if by ‘official’ you mean post it on a blog and on twitter) after realising I just didn’t enjoy writing it. I found myself quoting the synopsis – extended, I grant you – word for word without feeling any creativity in between.

Why?

I Just didn’t feel it. The ending is aimless and purposefully vague – and I don’t like it. Having both the apartment owner and the bosses wife drive off in the van without any explanation of what they are doing, or who the pizza guy was just sent out the wrong signals (the signals being: this writer started off with an interesting concept, and singularly failed) and that bugs me. I like my endings, and I like ‘em with impact, resonance and a good unexpected twist.

In short: the ending to Pizza is a cheat, and I know it.

And so will the reader.