eh, kind of a long story. It was my first book. I spent 3 years just thinking about it, never putting a single word down, just drawing the story in my head. Then I spent my last semester in college writing the first 20k words of it, so about 4 months. I graduated and stumbled upon a new author competition for unpublished authors that had a deadline two weeks later.
I brought the hammer down and wrote that last 60k words in 1 week, then spent the second week editing it. I submitted it and the "competition" turned out to be a scam. They sent back the reply of "We loved it! Please send us $1000 so we can publish it!" and I was like, "Ha! Yeah, no, I'll pass."
As far as quality, even I can't read it. I get to the second page now-in-days and I want to delete the whole thing. I just can't bring myself to do it though. Even though it's terrible, it was the first book I ever wrote, and one of the very few achievements in my life that I actually care about. I'd been wanting to write a book since I was 14 and this terrible block of words broke the dam. I've since written three other books and I find them to be far better, but I never would have done it without the first.