So I finally got one of Bella Forrest’s books that I’ve been eyeing for awhile (The Girl who Dared to Think; I’m so excited!), and while it may sound like this is going to be some kind of book review, that’s not the case. I haven’t actually read the book yet (well, I read the first few pages last night, but I’m trying not to read any more until I finish Dreams of Gods and Monsters by Laini Taylor). No, this is just a flabbergasted aside spurred by the moment that I flipped to the back of the book to check out the usual ‘extras’, and when I perused the ‘also by this author’ section, my mind fell out of my head.
The ridiculousness that is the length of Miss Forrest’s bibliography goes on for 3 pages. Her biography states that she’s been writing since 2012, and by my count (by my estimate, really, because the list in this book isn’t quite complete based on some sequels I’ve seen floating around Amazon not included in this line-up), she’s written something like 80-some books in that time. I did the math. That’s over 16 books a year.
Someone tell me how this is humanly possible.
I could find it believable, maybe, if the books were rubbish. I’ve encountered a few other authors who just spew out whatever and call it done and hit the publish button when they really shouldn’t. But that’s not the case here. Miss Forrest’s books are all highly reviewed. Lots of reviews, lots of stars.
So what gives?
How can I, too, become an ink-splattering, page-spewing, multiple-books-a-month, 5-star-endowed goddess?
This is my new goal.
But I can’t even get through editing a 50k word YA title that I wrote ten years ago in a three month period (we’re talking the poor, neglected Girl of Rooftops and Shadows revamp), so I’m just going to take a moment to go sit in my closet and laugh and cry and blow my nose into my moth-eaten sweater sleeves, and then I’m going to come back to my computer and sip my cold latte and quietly type up the next chapter of A Deathly Light, which I can hopefully finish sometime next year, if I’m being realistic…
(…*cackle-sob-snort*…)
Seriously, someone explain this to me. (Miss Forrest, I salute you. You are my new hero and role model and I will become you if it kills me *cackle-sob-snorrrrrt*).
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