I wrote a novel years ago

I wrote a novel years ago, all in one summer. I sat in my dad's office doing medical billing after the first PR firm where I worked closed down. I was bored between calls to insurance companies and mindless data entry. I took out a little notebook and started writing. I wrote and wrote and wrote until little notebooks were everywhere - blue, red, yellow. Boredom turned to excitement - I could not wait to get to my mindless medical billing job. Then I spent evenings transcribing, inputing the notebooks onto my computer. I called the novel "Falling Backwards" and it is loosely based on some of my past experiences. My heroine also hated elementary school and blamed problems with confidence in her adult life on earlier experiences. I was passionate about the novel, but then, one day, I found a real job. It kept me busy and I got busier and busier...I never did anything with the novel. This weekend, I plan to find the novel on my old computer and see if I can resurrect it and if there is any hope for getting it published. It would be a shame to let "one boring summer years ago" be remembered as just that.