So, let me get this straight, someone comes to me and says, "You can no longer write humorous amateur sleuth mysteries about ghosts and plump paralegals. So what else ya got?"
So glad you asked.
Oh yeah, you do.
I currently write two books a year for two different publishers, with contracts for 5 more Odelia Grey novels and 2 more Granny Apples novels waiting to be fulfilled. But if for some reason those contracts went away, I'm confident I wouldn't find myself with time on my hands, struggling to find a suitable hobby. If these commitments disappear, I have books lined up like planes waiting to land.
Every now and then, while talking to my agent, I tell her, "Have a I got a great idea for a new book." That's usually followed by a loud groan on her end. But the groan isn't with displeasure, but with concern, underlined with excitement. You see, she LOVES my ideas and would love for me to be able to produce every one of them. We talk about it all the time. But a few years ago, I took on a third series, and that proved way too much for me physically. So never again.
Here's a sample of what's waiting in the wings, although please forgive me if I don't give details. I have them all pretty fleshed out, but am not ready to share:
A hard novel about an unlikely call girl
A YA novel
A caper series featuring an unmatched pair
A novel about a man struggling between long held beliefs and his family
A sci-fi short story series
I turn 60 years old this year, but with the above list, and who knows what else brewing inside my head, I suspect I'll be writing as long as my mind and my typing fingers hold out.
And with that, I must get back to work. There's a deadline straight ahead and I have to meet it head on, with as little carnage as possible.