A conversation with Linus

So I've decided that while I'm unemployed, I might as well try to bang out the novel. I gave myself a deadline. Working draft by the end of the year and all edits done by my 31st birthday in April. Then I guess I find an agent or something. I'm up to 65 pages, and I decided to show it to some peeps and find out if it's actually working before I go any further. Curly took a first look, and liked it. Then I sent it off to Linus for the heavy-duty critique.

On something I wrote that wasn't quite working.

Linus: Your character is a nutjob, but that's a whole different
kind of delusional crazy.

Me: Nutjob? Is she at least a likeable nutjob?

Linus: Oh, yes. But she is a nutjob. You don't think she's a nutjob?

Me: I don't think she's that much of a nutjob.

Linus: You can never, ever leave New York.