While I admire Bradbury's writing, it's Asimov's productivity that leaves me slack-jawed, with a tiny bit of drool oozing out the side. Shut up and pass me a paper towel, please.
Here's why. The man published or edited over 500 books and an estimated 90,000+ letters and postcards. What? Seriously? Did the man have no life? No socks to wash? Hedges to trim? Frozen pizza to heat up in the oven for dinner?
Apparently not. He is one of the most prolific writers. Ever. When he was asked by Writer's Digest magazine about the secret of his crazy writing skills, he said:
"I guess I'm prolific because I have a simple and straightforward style."
And therein lies the secret, friends. The man knew his voice. He didn't try to write like Bradbury. He didn't recreate his style with each new novel. He plugged away, story after story, putting down words as he heard them in his head. He didn't waste time listening to the usual I'm-not-good-enough or I-have-nothing-to-say doubts. He parked his butt in a chair and wrote.
Go, therefore, and do likewise.

6 comments:
Now I beganto read asimov's book:)
Well, I have done some re-writing on my book Call Me Grammy. It had been so long since I began writing it, I had to change a few things. I definitely need to do that 'butt in the chair' thing.
Just make sure it's a comfy one! And yes, get it done before I'm a gramma, please.
The picture so made me want to read this post!! Great thoughts!
Such encouragement, thanks.
Glad to be of help, little lady!
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