There is the excitement in writing that comes with discovery, completion, novelty, a new idea, so one is sustained by those... those various forms of excitement. But fundamentally, in my experience, it's an ordeal. I didn't know that at the beginning. Had I known it at the beginning, truly I might not have done it. But I was innocent, of course. I was young. I wanted to be a writer. So I began with these short stories, and a novel, and so on. But somewhere around the 10^th year, it occurred to me that this wasn't a piece of cake, and I was sweating it out, sweating out realising the book in the early stages, sweating out coming up with a new book after I had finished, and so on. And as the books piled up, I... there was more and more of the ordeal. If I had a child who wanted to be a writer, I might try to discourage him or her. Many jobs are very hard. This is one of the very hard ones.