Sally Gerard

Crisp fall days seem to be leaning into winter. There is something so simple about yellow and reds transitioning to brown and then the snow should fall to give us that sparkly clean, bright white cover. I imagine that under that cover, the earth is hard at work preparing all the little blossoms of spring anew for us–like Santa and the elves at the North Pole. There is just something so romantic about changing seasons.

It seems like sometimes it takes real effort to help the people in your life understand what it takes to write. There is a perception that this is not really work and it can wait until later when more “important” things are pressing. This is why a writer needs a space for writing–so it’s like you are going to work which you are. Ideas?

Who’s Driving: Character, Action or Setting.