Somewhere around Circa 2005, I became bored with my job, my life ... stuff in general. So I challenged myself to do something outside of my comfort zone, as they say today. I decided to write a novel. I mean, how hard could it be? String eighty-or-so-thousand words together and have them make sense. Piece-o-pie. About a week in, however, I found myself wishing I had paid more attention in high school English, and brother, that was a long time ago. So I took a few night courses, read ten or twenty "How To" books, and sat down to write the novel. It wasn't pretty.
I realized that writing a novel wasn't about word count. It was about spinning a yarn. Three years and fifty or so rejections later, I found I had cobbled together a pretty good story. Then the real work began. The marketing of the book, and myself.