When my husband married me, he thought he was getting an ambitious, college educated, modern woman. Fifteen years later, I can confirm that he ended up with an old fashioned, yoga pant-wearing, stay-at-home-mom, with a strange but fierce passion for writing stories no one outside a very small circle has read. It’s not that I […]
I’m up to my knees in that long, slow slog of waiting and laboring in ways no one can see, and wondering what God will do with it all.
This month the writers at Quills and Inkblotts are thinking back to their early days of writing, and sharing advice they would give themselves if they could. I have to go back nearly five years, to Fall of 2011. That’s when my husband listened to me falter, and shrug, and attempt to explain this writing […]
Blogging last week about the value of keeping a journal has me thinking this week about how important journaling is to the writer. It can take lots of forms. It need not be expensive or romantic. You don’t need a leather bound volume and a fountain pen, or copious hours to devote to it. Unless […]
The old is gone. That finished, cluttered, scribbled-on, busier-than-expected 2015 calendar is wadded up and thrown in the garbage. I’m glad. 2015 didn’t turn out how I wanted it to. Nothing bad happened, which I’m grateful for, but nothing much happened at all. No big accomplishments. No victories. No good news to share. No progress, […]