Writing a novel is a nightmare. 100,000 words of horror. So then why do it?Why do people write novels? It seems absurd. To be locked up in a room, marching ahead word after word, chapter after chapter, month after month. Creating characters, killing them off, hating them, loving them. To feel your story slip away, the angst, the frustration. To do all this without, most likely, seeing a rupee hit your account. To do all of this while you have a perfectly good day job that pays you perfectly well.