Novel

Novel. New. Give it up? That's easy.
"There is nothing novel left," he said.
"Well you've never written a novel before, have you?" she said.
"No," he said.
"So," she said, "If you wrote a novel, that would be something new."
"But I can't say anything that's never been said before," he said. "It's all been done."
"You could say something that you have never said before," she said.
"What?" he said.
"You mean you've said everything there is to say?"
"Uh," he said.
"Are you that arrogant?"
"Hey now," he said.
"Sorry," she said.
"Why are you getting so fired up about me writing something. Maybe I don't even want to make anything," he said.
"But you do."
"How do you know?" he said.
"Of course you do," she said. "We all do."
"Then why don't you write a novel," he said.
"Oh I can't."
"Because..." He waited.
"That's your thing. That's what you do." she said. "And besides I wouldn't be able to come up with anything."
"Nothing new to say, huh?" he said.
"Stop it." she said
"Why?" he said
"You're negative and defeatist."
"You're angry and deflective."
"What?"
"Projective."
"You're just making up words now," she said. "Wait, I thought you couldn't come up with anything new."
"You're just making fun of me now," he said. "Look, what do you even care?"
It was that that Sandy realized that she really didn't. So she left without saying another word. And Sheldon sat down and wrote a novel.