1 (of a plant, animal, or person) producing much fruit or foliage or many offspring : in captivity, tigers are prolific breeders.
• (of an artist, author, or composer) producing many works : he was a prolific composer of operas. Taken right from Websters.
I often wonder how much fruit I’m producing. Lately I’ve only been manning my blog five days a week, which isn’t nothing since I treat it like a job, but I haven’t been working on anything to sell because I’m too exhausted from what’s on my plate at the moment. Every day problems, unless you’re Hemingway, who apparently would write even if the house was on fire, can immobilize you.
That said. I scribble constantly remembering what a successful screenwriter once told me. Anything you write, even if it languishes in a drawer, is an annuity since it takes you to the next creative plateau.
In other words, if you didn’t write that short story no one wanted to publish, you might not have had that article in Esquire they couldn’t wait to run. It’s like swimming laps. The more you do, the stronger a swimmer you become.
So I guess being called prolific could be looked at as a good thing. I’m no Anne Lamott, but do write everyday even with tears streaming down my face. Although on occasion my blog is made fun of as such a waste of my time, I still consider it a grace to have a place to go to with my thoughts and feelings.
Bloggers in general carry profound prolificacy.
Who knew we were so fertile, abundant, bountiful and rich. Profuse, productive, imaginative and lush, even if quite often, unaware of it.