The subject of how many books I'd written came up in yoga class last Friday. One of my classmates had looked me up and commented on how I had a ton of books for sale. She asked me how many I had published in total.
I said, "Over eighty, I think." Because yes, I'm at the point where I'm starting to have trouble keeping track of all of them.
So I counted them over the weekend. Eighty-nine.
Yes, you read that right. 89.
I probably won't catch up with La Nora or any other prolific writer, past, present, or future. But this is what happens when you write for twenty-one years straight.
We'll see what the count is in another four years.
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