Writing anything takes time, but the writing process for my first book idea was a long drawn out affair: Squeezing out a few pages during the commute to and from work. On breaks. At lunch. At my desk during work lulls. I would write during the day, then type it up on my Atari Word Processor, a little present I bought myself when I sold my first script (to the TV series “The Adventures of the Galaxy Rangers” for those keeping score). Typing up a manuscript was no easy feat on that thing. But it was a lot easier than trying to type a script up on one of those things.
The next step, of course, was sending it out to publishers for rejections. Check. After a couple of dozen of those, I let it sit for a while. Before a techno-tragedy had me put it aside for years.