I used to think “revision” and “rewrite” were one and the same. That was back in the days when I thought a first draft was the skeleton with flesh and blood and brains, just needing a transfusion and perhaps a… Read more ›
Let there be space to live: learn, leap, love, and lose. Starry, sacred space.
This card popped up for me the other day when I was cogitating on what project I should focus on with the new year. Being that it was in the Outcome position, it threw me for a bit of a… Read more ›
In the Bible, stories illustrate a closer, more direct relationship between God and humans. That connection faded as technology was developed, governments took control, and Other Things became More Important. When people were no longer accepting of fantastic displays of… Read more ›
A few years back I had a humbling epiphany about God. I still struggle with religion — organized and theoretical — though I know I’m not supposed to, being that I go to church and take communion and all. I… Read more ›
Courage is a funny thing. It keeps you warm on those frigid treks across a barren plain while the wind snatches at your scratchy cloak and icy mud squeezes into your worn leather boot as it pulls apart at the… Read more ›
To my right is my misery mystery Silent Chances. To my left? A shiny new writing project. It’s been composting nicely, and getting to the point where I’ll need to start jotting notes before the ideas all fly off to… Read more ›
no sanctuary seeking solace, communing spirits float above
I’m often caught up in the idea that writing a good novel is a gift from heaven. If only I can open myself up in the right way, perhaps do a wordcount dance while wearing a silk scarf knotted around… Read more ›
ever filled with words endlessly spiraling thoughts empty mind, refreshed
I’m not exactly blown away by inspiration. I have some friends on Twitter who are regularly knocked over by plot bunnies with pneumatic arms and swiveling ears and cottonball tails that can shoot fire. (Erm… that was not to mean… Read more ›
wind and fire threaten feathers rise on warm shimmers lonely witnesses
My love, my hero is peace. Chin up, heart open; true joy will triumph.
What’s the first thing you think of when you see a cross on a hill, bathed in early morning rays of sun? What else comes to mind when you read my haiku from yesterday? How about if you had first laid… Read more ›
to live forever resurrected; feared, embraced, unattainable