Way back in the day when I was about fifteen years old and a beginner writer, I had this crippling fear.
I was scared that if I got a good idea and I wrote it into a story, I wouldn't get any more good ideas. It actually kept me from writing books for a long time, because I didn't want my head to be empty of stories.
Eventually I bucked up and starting writing books anyway, and I've since learned that fear was completely unfounded.
As soon as I finish a book, five more ideas clamor to be written. Right now my life is like this:
Well, ACTUALLY, it's more like this:
I don't wonder how I'll come up with new ideas anymore. Instead, I wonder how I'll get them to leave me alone.
Does anybody else have this problem? I can't get the stories in my head to SHUT UP. And they're multiplying like tribbles ...
I was scared that if I got a good idea and I wrote it into a story, I wouldn't get any more good ideas. It actually kept me from writing books for a long time, because I didn't want my head to be empty of stories.
Eventually I bucked up and starting writing books anyway, and I've since learned that fear was completely unfounded.
As soon as I finish a book, five more ideas clamor to be written. Right now my life is like this:
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| "As soon as I finish my WIP, I'll write one of you guys, I promise ..." |
Well, ACTUALLY, it's more like this:
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| "HELP!" |
I don't wonder how I'll come up with new ideas anymore. Instead, I wonder how I'll get them to leave me alone.
Does anybody else have this problem? I can't get the stories in my head to SHUT UP. And they're multiplying like tribbles ...

