Or a Randisi? Or a McBain? A Westlake? Ohmigod I can’t think of a woman. Oh, well, the point is they’ve written hundreds of books. Each one of them. Especially Randisi and Gorman. And while they’re writing novels they’re compiling anthologies. And editing magazines and all kinds of stuff. And they’re not writing in one genre either. Gorman and Randisi write westerns as well as crime novels. And horror novels.
I’m struggling to write my 20th novel but nothing stops them. McBain is dead so I can only look back. But the others are very much alive. And very much writing. And publishing.
Okay, after my day off last Wednesday I did write on Thursday. Not much. But I wrote. Then I went to the movies on Friday. I bet Randisi and Gorman don’t go to the movies on a possible work day. I’m sure they don’t.
And will they take off tomorrow because it’s a holiday. Of course not. Will I? Of course. There’s one last movie I have to catch before the Golden Globes tomorrow night. You have to have priorities in this writing life, afterall.
Yes, I know. Mine suck. On Tuesday I’ll try again to be disciplined. I do want to finish this 20th even if no one publishes it. And I’ll probably want to do a 21st. But I can’t get ahead of myself this way.
How do Randisi and Gorman and Westlake and the ones I’m forgetting do it? Even if I worked seven days a week I could never write as many books as they. And please don’t start thinking they’re hacks because they most definitely aren’t. That’s not to say that every book they publish is wonderful. But a lot are very good. So it’s a mystery to me how they do it.
But I wish I could.