Amusing snippet from an article on the highly prolific Georges Simenon:
Frequently able to write a novel in 11 days, by the age of 29 Simenon was simultaneously defending and proclaiming the rate at which he churned out his fiction. ‘I haven’t written that much,’ he said. ‘I’ve only published 277 books.’
Nor did he slow down much in later years: his biographer Pierre Assouline writes how, in the twilight of his life, Alfred Hitchcock telephoned to speak to Simenon only to be told by his secretary he couldn’t be disturbed because he was writing a new novel. ‘That’s all right, I’ll wait,’ he replied.