To my reader,
Mind vomit: my state of mind just after I've read a book. My brain is filled with thoughts about why I did or didn't like the book, and I need to release them. I either chatter about the story and overload someone else's brain with information un-useful to them, or I write a review. I've been doing a lot of the latter recently.
August 30, 2013
August 16, 2013
Half-way there
To my reader,
Half of my first manuscript is written. Only half, I say? How is this an accomplishment? Let me explain.
Half of my first manuscript is written. Only half, I say? How is this an accomplishment? Let me explain.
August 9, 2013
Killing Curiosity
To my reader,
Do you mind if I tell you a story? You love stories? Then let's get to it.
He stood in the back corner of the cafe, his thumb hovering over the send button.
Do you mind if I tell you a story? You love stories? Then let's get to it.
He stood in the back corner of the cafe, his thumb hovering over the send button.
August 2, 2013
the Source
To my reader,
"Experience is the best source of inspiration." I've read it over and over, but I was having a problem believing it would happen with me. I couldn't identify times where my own experience has influenced how or what I write.
Recently, though, I've learned one lesson from personal experience that I don't hope to forget.
For the past couple of weeks, I've been feeling very far from God. I would tell myself to open up and let His Spirit fill me, but I couldn't tear down the wall around my heart. The loneliness, the absence of His peace, made me doubt His very existence. I tried to remind myself of how when I surrendered everything to Jesus, my life became so much more joyful and full. I'd felt His presence before, so of course He exists, but doubt would creep back in and crumble the reassurance.
"Experience is the best source of inspiration." I've read it over and over, but I was having a problem believing it would happen with me. I couldn't identify times where my own experience has influenced how or what I write.
Recently, though, I've learned one lesson from personal experience that I don't hope to forget.
For the past couple of weeks, I've been feeling very far from God. I would tell myself to open up and let His Spirit fill me, but I couldn't tear down the wall around my heart. The loneliness, the absence of His peace, made me doubt His very existence. I tried to remind myself of how when I surrendered everything to Jesus, my life became so much more joyful and full. I'd felt His presence before, so of course He exists, but doubt would creep back in and crumble the reassurance.
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