Okay, real talk, ya’ll. I always figured that once you write a novel, subsequent novels would just pour out of you like lava. I thought you would just automatically know what to do, how to draw real, lived-in worlds and compelling characters and killer dialogue. Not so. Last night I stared down my empty screen like I had never written a story of any length before. The way I see it, I’ve got a few choices: hang out on Twitter for an inordinate amount of time and get absolutely nothing done or put my fingertips to the keys and make words happen so the screen isn’t so . . . white and scary-looking. I like the latter, so I’m going to do that today and bang out as much as I can with fever, no worrying about whether it’s good (it won’t be). It’s the only way. Yay to resolve!
Published by Gail Upchurch
Originally from the south side of Chicago, Gail currently lives in Maryland with three kiddos and a hubs. She writes young adult and adult fiction and has been known to go overboard with the cheesy snacks. She's got a lot of pet peeves, but the biggest one of all are jeans that cut off her circulation. Not a fun situation. When she's not writing stories and talking to the characters that live in her head, Gail teaches composition, literature, and creative writing at the University of Maryland, College Park. View more posts