He's trying much harder than Jordan ever did. Jordan published his first novel in 1990 and died, after publishing 11 large tomes, four years ago from a freak disease you normally only hear about in a House episode. Yeah, he lost control, but it wasn't for lack of effort and he didn't die from a slovenly lifestyle. Fatso published his first book in 1991 and is currently writing book number seven. There's no promised publishing date, but we know it won't be this year. Meanwhile, he's old, fat and spends his time blogging about chickenwings and teenage actresses.
Jordan spent his last months, after learning about his disease, dictating an outline and writing the last paragraphs of the series. Fatso can't even be bothered to publish a book every 5 years nowadays.
I have a love hate relationship with the series. Wish I never started it, but can't stop now that I've started. I am constantly trying to warn people off, kinda like Darth Vader on the Dark Side: It's too late for me, son. You don't know the power of the Dark Side. Save yourself.
Now that you're invested, I can't tell you to stop reading. I think of the last few books as tantamount to Godfather III. A comparatively awful movie, with the director's daughter thrown in to make an awful storyline even worse, but with just enough Michael Corleone to drag me back in every time it's on TV.