As I stared at my dwindling bank account, my piles of half-baked notes and new idea folders, and my crumbling writer dreams, I desperately wanted to write faster like so many others seemed to be able to.
How exactly did writers get 4, 5, even 10 books a year? (And beyond that—wow—I was sure that they were making it up or the books were no good.)
At the ti…