I’ve been off work for a month now and I’ve only just caught up with my planned quota of writing for the year to date.  And I haven’t been fooling around either.  I’ve been writing, editing, revising, and doing all the associated activities every day.  I really feel pretty good about what I’ve gotten done.  I feel bad that I was so far behind.  School was a bear last year.  Sadly, I don’t expect it to be any easier this coming year, so I have to a get as much done as I can in the month I have remaining.

Ideally, I will have another book done by the time I go back to school.  Barring that, at least I want to be close to finishing one.  My goal is five books a year, but I’ve only met that goal once, in 2010.  In 2011, I only finished 4 and in 2012, only 3.  So far this year it’s 2, and I don’t want to finish with just two.  After all, it’s the difference between having 153 books and 72 books written by the time I’m 80.  Edgar Rice Burroughs wrote over 80 books.  H. Rider Haggard wrote over 100.  I’d like to beat them in quantity if nothing else.  Of course Asimov wrote some ungodly number of books- I don’t know exactly but over 400.  Plus he wrote I, Robot; Foundation, and at least one book of dirty limericks (I had a copy when I was a kid).  Respect.