One night as I lay in bed, staring at the dark ceiling, trying to get my mind to quiet enough so that I could sleep, my body went cold and my mind seized up. I was struck with the terrifying thought: what if one day I sat down to write my next story, and I was completely out of ideas?
My biggest fear as a writer had always been that one day my idea stockpile would run completely and utterly dry. That maybe one day I’d get published, and my publishers would expect another book, and there would be nothing left in me. (more…)