The spectre of productivity--again

Last night, I was roughly planning out my big ol' ambitious meta series that starts with the next book on my to-write list, the one I want to start next month, in about a week. The one I accidentally started plotting during a class this past Rez. And it turns out that the meta series, as I have it set up, requires something like sixteen novels and three collections of short stories, arranged in three interconnected trilogies and a quatrilogy.

That's fine, except that I'm also starting a different trilogy, finishing a standalone that might be the start of a triad, and I have several definite standalones that I want to write, too. Not to mention academic work and experimental things. So how can I devote myself to sixteen novels that tell the same story?

And that brings me back to productivity, that issue that is always haunting me. I'd thought I was happy with the idea of being able to complete three books a year, taking three months on each, and the remainder months for resting and revising. That would be exponentially more productive than most writers (at least, those that are only one person).

But then I started crunching optimistic numbers last night and I thought, if I wrote four pages every single day, I could have a 60k novel done in two months. If I wrote seven pages a day, that same amount of time would give me more than 100k. That would be six completed novels a year.

How awesome would that be?

But I think I'd go crazy. The ol' book factory would just shut down. I think I'd ruin myself.

So the only answer, I guess, will be that I'll have to live for a very long time and do the best I can. And I'll have to remind myself of this every time I start thinking I'm not writing fast enough.