Writing wise, it was a pretty dry summer. A couple of writing projects were making their rounds in the black hole of querying agents. (Okay, it’s not really a black hole, but it can feel like it with all the waiting.) In a world that worships instant gratification, the pace of the publishing world … More ACFW 2017: A Beautiful Breaking
I asked my Facebook followers for a little writing inspiration. If they posted one picture or GIF, I committed to writing a flash fiction story to go along with it. My first bit of inspiration came from Megan Dawson. I wish I could make you all laugh as much as this GIF makes me laugh. … More Flash Fiction: Got Those Mom Moves
I had been toying around with the idea of writing a little flash fiction. Through an acquaintance in the twittersphere I discovered the fun of the Penprints Flash Fiction Dash and I took the leap. You can click the linked text to learn a little more about the writing challenge, and some of my motivation for writing a … More PenPrints Flash Fiction Dash: Empty Image
I’ve always had a bit of an obsession with untangling jewelry. And today I couldn’t help but see myself in the midst of the knot. … More UnDone
A little father-son advice on the finer points of slaying giants…. … More Slaying the Giant
Here is a little bit of prose inspired by one of my readers, Jackie Goulette. I feel I didn’t quite do it the justice her idea deserved, but perhaps it is a start for something more in the future. Through my struggled attempt to convey my heart in this piece, I hope He shines through … More If He Were A Tree
As I was sitting in prayer time during church service this weekend, this is the story that played in my mind. It is inspired in part by a poem I wrote many years ago. (Which I won’t share because it is terrible 😉 ) Sometimes the hardest fight is the war against yourself. Once upon … More Shattered Defenses
A real-life Charlotte’s Web-esque story. I hate spiders. Loathe them. (Detest, despise, revile, abhor, eschew….you get the picture) Why? Too many eyes and too many legs. The way they move. The way they bind their prey and suck their insides out…yuck. The ones that pounce on their victims, even worse.
There’s poetry in watching a person you love fall asleep.
Something a little different from my normal blog post. Let me know what you think! … More The First Stone