Prolific

I recently read this article on Isaac Asimov. He’s a celebrated author - one of the Big Three science fiction writers (with Heinlein and Clarke). He authored some 500 books, 90000 letters, 1600 essays and much more in his lifetime. My favorite word to describe him, other than a polymath, is a prolific writer.

I fell in love with that word - prolific. It seems to have so much gravitas to it. What does it take for someone to be called that? Certainly a lifetime of commitment towards one cause, a maddening unending dedication for one’s craft. However, this raises another question. Do you have what you can care about above all else?

I always thought the hard part was finding what I love to do. I’ve never had that hunger because I never did have that one craft, but I’ll reach there soon. I’m also slowly realizing this year that sticking to it is what will take me from good to prolific.

And so I think I would be satisfied with life if my eulogy described me as a prolific something - filmmaker, writer or otherwise.

 
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