Where Would we Be Without Martyrs?
The Documentary that Got me Asking I grabbed the slender black remote, nixed the television, and leaned back on the couch to wipe my eyes. My heart was heavy–broken. It may seem strange for a heart to break over someone I don’t know, but I know the blocks that built the body of the stranger.…
If you ever feel the fog settling in, always remember to ask yourself, “What can I make better?” Often it’s as simple as the little wrapper sitting on the coffee table that could get thrown away. Or maybe it’s the bed. They may be tiny, but they are better. And better, whatever degree, is better,…
The Writing Truths we Forget to be True
I can see him: the genius writer. He’s holed up somewhere with the kind of light that makes your eyes go bad and the kind of weather that makes you crave a good knit cardigan: oversized, of course. Outside, the wet clouds clap as he crushes out another stodgy cigarette. He hasn’t left his room…
Alert: Clean filter
I tried to tell myself I’d just been busy, but I knew I’d hit an unparalleled level of spiritual dryness. It wasn’t for lack of trying, either. Ok, it was sort of from lack of trying. But I hadn’t done nothing. I’d picked up my devotionals every once and again, when the slight whisper of…
How the Scroll is Undermining One of Our Most Important Writerly Duties
“Writers pay attention,” she said. I thought for a minute. Do I pay attention? I thought I did. Maybe? No–I did; I certainly did. I’m self admittedly nosy. That’s what happens when you love a good story, whether it’s one you overhear at length, catch a snippet of, or even just a glance at. I…
And just like that.
6/24/22:“…there was a commotion in the firmament, and the smallest of all the stars in the Milky Way screamed out.”
Dusting Off and Getting Up: a Rehearsal
A deep sigh. Little shame filled cheeks glowing in front of a keyboard where little shame filled fingers flit before you now. I am back. A week ago, I told myself I had let the writing habit die, and before it’d even really gotten it’s first deep breath. Queue the familiar cloak of shame, which…
When to Shut Up and When to Talk: The Key to Character Description
I’ve been thinking a lot about my main character lately. I’m writing a novel. Did I tell you that? And it has a main character, and I’ve been thinking a lot about him lately. Mostly, how much to say about him. Not his internal state, of course, or else we’d have no novel. It’s his…
One Writer’s Gentle Reminder About the Muse to Another
You’re standing next to the punch bowl, wondering who ever thought the paper straw was ever a good idea as you pull a bit of soggy cardboard from your teeth. That’s when she walks in–and she’s absolutely dazzling. Her silken hair is perfectly swept. Her wardrobe is all one-of a kind (vintage pieces she can’t…
My Baby Turned One Today: What I’ve Learned in One Sentence
A lot, but mostly: human beings can do incredibly, incredibly hard things–especially with love in their heart and a willingness to see what is beautiful. Whatever you’re working on, however hard it may be, you can do it.