Recently, I picked up a journal I had begun keeping when I committed to this writing thing and came across this entry from years ago: I had a twinge of uneasiness tonight in regards to Place of Angels. What if I can't sell this one, either? Then what?
It wasn't as though I always intended to be a novelist, but had a story I felt important to tell. (Yes, at that point I didn't know the difference between show and tell, and earlier drafts did a lot of telling.)