Full is my tenth book. I don’t know why, but somehow, now that I’m in double digits, I feel like I can really call myself an author now.
It’s silly, really. I was always writing. I have always been authoring. And it’s not like I’m selling books like Steven King or even name-your-obscure-author-who-died-a-pauper.
But if you search my name at your online book shop, you’ll get 10 answers. You might get more than that, because I’ve published a half-dozen editions of great works in the public domain. Sixteen doesn’t sound like enough to call me a book publisher yet, but I’ll take author.
Most of them are short books, probably an outcrop of my career writing for radio and then newspapers. A thousand words is a long newspaper article and four or five radio news stories, and so I’m used to saying as much as I can as concisely as I can. My longest novel is 37,000 words, more like a novella. My largest book is a collection of 16 novelettes (10,000-15,000 words each) with a couple of short stories.
But there they are — my 10 books. I should say my “first” 10 books, and I’m excited to show you the next one. I’m always thinking about the next book. It’s what I do. I’m an author.
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