How can a novelist achieve atonement when, with her absolute power of deciding outcomes, she is also God?

I believe the novella is the perfect form of prose fiction.

She loved him, though not at this particular moment.

Is there any meaning in my life that the inevitable death awaiting me does not destory?

Wasn't writing a kind of soaring, an achievable form of flight, of fancy, of the imagination?

When people have supernatural beliefs I think they should be respected but there is no reason why they need to impose them on others.

Narrative tension is primarily about withholding information.