Despite what I’ve said in a previous post about the importance of finishing what you start, once in a while it’s better to quit.
There are some projects that seem like a great idea at the time, but as we get further into them we see it was a mistake. Not because it’s difficult, but because in our gut we know it’s wrong for us.
I had that experience with trying to write a crime mystery. It’s not a genre I read very often but I got it into my head I should write one. I worked out a sort of plausible plot and I started writing. The deeper I got into it, the less interest I had in the crimes. That’s a problem in a crime novel.
What really interested me was what the protagonist was going through emotionally (it was a cop who was suspended for having shot a suspect who turned out to have been unarmed).
I stopped after writing the first third or so. Maybe someday I’ll go back and rework it with that protagonist but with a much simpler plot for which the crime is only the catalyst. Or maybe I'll write about that character but it won’t be a crime mystery. Or maybe it’ll stay something that I started but wisely quit.
There’s no shame in stopping. Winners do quit sometimes, and quitters sometimes win.