So, I wrote a novel. (Actually, my wife Carol is coauthor. In truth, the book would look nothing like it does now without her constant input, edits, criticism, and brainstorming. It is a much better book than I could have done on my own. However, for simplicity’s sake, I am going to use “I” here. If she wants to talk about her experience working on the book, she can write her own post.)
I had been working on it off and on for about a year, and last November, NaNoWriMo 2014 rolled around and inspired me to work during all of November, so by the end of the month, I had completed the novel, a book set in 12th century Japan that covers the misadventures of a down-on-his-luck bushi who is unfortunate enough to agree to help an old flame with a “small” favor. That small favor gets both of them involved in court politics and a plot to seize the imperial throne. That will teach him to do someone a favor.