What prompts us to write a novel? It's a question that's no doubt been asked of anyone who's committed enough (or stupid enough) to spend hours of their time producing something that may not be read by many. Countless hours locked away in isolation, slaving away at a hot keyboard with little encouragement save the vain hope that a best seller may be produced, or even something that's critically acclaimed. We're all optimists at times, I suppose.
Some people write because they want fame and fortune, for acclaim and awards, which rarely happen. The realists among us do it because we want to write. Simp!e as that. Any financial reward is an unexpected bonus.

The outcome for me is a debut novel, "The Itch That Couldn't Be Scratched", available on Amazon and elsewhere. It's a tale of obsession, of one man's quest for justice for a woman he never met.
The Itch That Couldn't Be Scratched