It's a few years since I decided to write a novel. Carrying around in my head that alternative reality and typing all those words felt at times overwhelming. I imagine those people who decide to train for a marathon have similar periods of wondering what on earth they were thinking of.
For some writers and runners, one is enough. Nowadays, everyone has an opportunity to publish too. The internet is the writer's best friend. However, if you want to get a novel published in the traditional sense then to some extent the internet has made it more difficult. But you could be thinking, she would say that, wouldn't she? As she's still not published. True, but you'd be wrong to think I was miserable.
My writing journey has been amazing. I wouldn't have missed it for anything. My first novel feels a long time ago and embarrassingly bad but it wasn't altogether awful. I can look at it now as I do a student's. There's promise and good ideas but it needs work. I didn't know the craft of novel writing then (and I've still much to learn) so I'm rewriting it from scratch. It'll be my fourth novel and I already feel more settled in myself because without a novel on the go, I feel a bit bereft.
The journey of a novel is long and will take you to an interesting destination. If luck gets on my train, then maybe my destination will be publication but I'm keeping my eye on the splendid view along the way.