I patiently sit on my shelf, surrounded by others of my kind.
I watch as various people pick and choose the more colorful and bright specimens around me. My more conservative appearance cannot compare, and I am filled with frustration.
Suddenly, an enterprising hand reaches out to me, and frustration is replaced with excitement. I open up and reward the one who gave me a chance by blessing them with invaluable knowledge and wisdom, such things as my ordinary cover could not begin to hint at.
When my reader is satisfied I am returned to my shelf, where I contentedly wait for the next person who unknowingly needs my assistance.
This is what it means to be a novel.
My Writing Philosophy
No one else can see the contents of my mind. So I pour that mixture out onto a page, where it coalesces into words for all to see.