I want to write a book. I want to have the discipline and drive necessary to write 75,000 words, to create a world out of nothing, to stick with something all the way to the end. I want to know the people in my story so well that I can hold conversations between them. I want to be able to pull people into my novel with a few sentences, have them wanting never to leave, always to return. Continue reading
Wow, has it really been almost a month since I’ve posted something on here? I am a terribly inconsistent blogger, and you have my apologies for that. I usually try to get something up at least once every two weeks, but it seems like I haven’t been so successful this past month.
In order to remedy that, I have decided to do something that I’ve been turning over in my mind for quite a while now. Continue reading
I got confirmation of the feeling I’ve been having lately that God really wants me to be working on my writing in the form of an email from a friend about a writing contest he thinks I should enter. It might not seem like much, but to me, it’s a sign. It’s God saying, if you’re not going to listen to me when I speak to your heart, I will speak to those of your friends. Continue reading
My stories stopped.
The ideas didn’t stop coming – they trickle in every now and again. Not with the same frequency as they did before, but once in a while I’ll get a flash of insight.
It was the stories. They left – and I felt abandoned. Utterly heartbroken. They had been a part of who I was for so long, an effortless piece of my heart and mind and soul that poured out of me whenever I asked them to. Even sometimes when I hadn’t.