Holy multiple curse words

This is from JamesPatterson.com. It's the list of James Patterson's upcoming book releases. Are you @#$ kidding me? A new book every @#$ ten days? And I'm not talking dinky, 32-page picture books. These are chapter books and novels. Man, that's some serious output.

I've always admired soap opera writers, because they crank out the equivalent of three feature-length movie scripts every week. James Patterson is on that level, but by himself.

I'd never read anything by James Patterson before my trip to LA last week. I picked up "Middle School: The Worst Years of My Life" in the airport. Gotta say, it was a good book.

I was telling Jennifer earlier today, "You know, I'm proud of being a published author, but if I want to do it full-time, or even if I want to collect any royalties in my old age, I've gotta step on the f-ing gas."

She laughed at my use of profanity in a sentence about writing children's books.

I said, "Yeah, I know, that's how a children's author who used to be an Iowa wrestler talks. The competitiveness still bleeds through."

Then I came home, looked at James Patterson's upcoming release schedule and unleashed a torrent of multiple curse words--out of awe, mostly, but with some underlying jealousy as well.

Now if you'll excuse me, I'm going to go write for an hour.