Real life, in case you’ve forgotten, is that thing that happens outside of the stories that surround us.
Real life moves slower than stories. It makes less sense. It’s not as black-and-white. Usually, it’s far less entertaining.
In real life, you don’t know what chapter you’re in. Maybe you’re somewhere in the middle. Maybe you have 10 pages left.
Real life requires something of you. Actually, it requires everything, if you’re going to do it right.
Real life is first person, so the interpretation of events is likely to be skewed.
Revision is a bit trickier in real life.
But I believe there is an Author. It’s usually best if I work with him. He does, after all, know the whole story.