More than ever, I have a desire for my words to be read. This is in contrast to the younger version of myself who preferred writing in anonymity. If anyone didn’t like my stories, tough! I wrote them for myself as a means of self-expression. I was an artist! Or something like that.
I am inclined to thank God on all occasions for anything I have to eat. Even food regarded as “healthy” is a blessing to my belly, for we are to consider trials and tribulations as “pure joy.”
I’ve wanted to illustrate a verse for some time. But which verse, and why? This one popped out at me because of its literal and spiritual significance. David wrote it while being pursued by his son Absalom. His son’s intent was to kill him and reign unopposed.
Updated 05.24.18 Today marks my first foray into the realm of e-book publishing! I wrote “Ring of Winter” during my time at Central Washington University. The narrative reads like a screenplay and can be finished in one sitting (or standing, if you like).
My friend Bobby came over one afternoon with a vague idea for a short film. He was itching to write something in the fantasy vein, so we hastily threw together a few characters: a princess, a dashing hero, a wizard, and a sorceress with a devoted lackey.
Our YouTube channel has languished due to infrequent uploads, but the analytics reveal a deeper problem: people are confused. People expect videos on YouTube, not podcasts.
The year-long silence is broken! For the scant few who follow my blog, you may have received notifications of new (old) posts showing up. If so, my apologies. I’ve decided to merge my poetry and food blogs into one, so that means posts you’ve likely never read are now sandwiched between those you have. Hooray?
‘Twas born of tumult, toil, troubled times This dreary den of literary hubris. Disgruntled poet’s voice was wrought with rhymes And barbs, an arrow not inclined to miss
Editor’s note: This sonnet-in-progress began life as a text message.
November is gone. With it, my meager hopes of writing a novel in under thirty days. This was my first year participating in National Novel Writing Month (NaNoWriMo), and I failed even before I started. But failure was always the plan.