Have you been thinking about me? If you haven’t, that’s okay…no offense. Last week while watching the TV show, Sunday Morning, I enjoyed watching an interview with Dean Koontz. The shows focused on pets, their owners, and the new Dean Koontz book out about his dog.
He’s a big canine fan.
I am not here to talk about dogs, but I do share the same affection (at least we have that in common) with my Weimaraner and Beagle as the people on the show do with their pups and collection of other animals.
My observation this day was the statement Dean Koontz made about writing. There was a tour of his magnificent home and his more magnificent collection of novels—written by him. Of course, the interview was calmly shaded about animals, but the shine was evident that the issue at hand was the advertisement of his new novel. Can’t blame him. During the discussion, he said about writing:
When I am stuck, I can take a Prozac or come into this room (library) to remind me I did this once and if so, I can do it again.
What struck me was, this is not some run-of-the-mill writer…it Dean Fucking Koontz! Have you ever looked at his biography? He has sold 400,000,000 copies of his books and that figure increases by more than 17 million per year. In addition, he has watched 26 books reach the NYTBS number one slot. And he sometimes worries he can’t write.
All this points to you; the other writer. How often do we feel we can’t move forward? Of course, we can’t step into our million-dollar library with examples of our 400,000,000 copies sold or rely on the NYTBS list to motivate us, but we do have...uh…ourselves?