I try to be a nice person, but sometimes I have to admit I'm not really because, oooh, I'm so jealous. How I wish I was like Alexander McCall Smith. I find writing hard work. I find getting up at 7 hard work, let alone 5. It doesn't just fall from my brain onto the page, and I then need to revise and revise and revise to get something that's worth publishing.
Ah well. I am never going to achieve that output. I am never going to get up that early to write. It simply isn't in me. My loss. And now I could go into a bout of self flagellation, but I'm gradually learning not to compare myself with other writers. They write their books, and I write mine. However early I get up, I will never write an Alexander McCall Smith book. And, no matter how many thousand words he writes at unearthly hours of the morning, he will never write a Sarah Duncan book.
Different strokes for different folks. It's soul destroying to compare yourself with others, especially when you're at the unpublished stage and a friend gets a deal. Don't do it. Treasure your unique gifts. No one else can write like you. Write when it suits you, not according to someone else's schedule. If it's 500 words a day, or 3000 in a whoosh at the weekend it doesn't matter. If all you can manage is 2000 when you're on holiday, then that's okay too. It'll take longer to get to the end, that's all. Because it isn't a competition. You are you, and Alexander McCall Smith is himself, and everybody must write their own way.