Writing a novel is a marathon of sorts. An author needs to pace herself to reach the end. In the beginning, adrenalin and excitement about the project pumps through her veins. She feels invinceable and is certain she'll cross the finish line. At the midway point, however, her enthusisam dwindles. Reality sets in. She doubts herself, questions if the project has merit, and wonders what possessed her to begin this journey in the first place.
I imagine participants in the Polar Circle Marathon, also known as "the coolest marathon on earth", held last October shared similar thoughts. Not only did they run 26 miles, they did it in below freezing temperatures and traipsed across the Greenlandic ice cap.
Talk about a story! Brrrrr.....