Though I have had moments–and those moments often stretched into days and weeks and sometimes months–of a Dry Writing Well…I should never allow myself to worry about it too actively. I always reach a point where my well is filled again, to overflowing, and I feel that handling the burgeoning water of writing would require me to clone myself. Complete with an inflatable raft. Like now. After finishing my 13th book, I fell into one of those dry wells, and even worried about it. Yet, here I am with 8 or 9 new books yanking at my head, and I … Continue reading →