I met with some lovely writer friends this past weekend and we had a interesting conversation.
One of my friends is published and working on her second book, another just sold a book, and then there’s me — revising and getting ready for submission. We talked about our work styles, stress, and just general writing habits.
Writer Friend #1: How many books do you think you can write?
Me: Hard to say. Are you counting “drawer” books too?
Writer Friend #1: No, I mean books that you will submit. Revised and polished. I don’t think I have more than 3 or 4 more in me.
Writer Frind #2: Really? You would stop writing?
Writer Friend #1: I don’t know. I’m a slow writer so with this book out now, after the next four books, I could stop. I may want to move on to other things.
Me: I can’t say. I think I would always be working on something. Is there such a thing as a terminal number of books a writer can write?
Writer Friend #2: There is this thing called “Death.”
We all laughed but it got me thinking. Is there such a thing as a finite number of books for a writer? Do you have a number of books in your head that you plan to write and then stop? Or do you plan to keep writing until uh, the Reaper makes a visit?