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’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.
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.
In the dearth of free time I have lately, here’s a throwback to a post that I wrote during college (but never published). It’s dated 09.26.09, but I remember the events like I remember slogging through traffic only thirteen hours earlier today.
I’m not one for recipes, so I’ll keep this simple. If you’ve got some leftover chili and some flour tortillas, mix the two together. Add cheese. Presto! You’re done. Well, you’ll probably need to microwave the whole thing, but otherwise it’s ready to serve.
Will 2012 prove the best year ever? Who knows, but good riddance to 2011! This past year has been, at least for me, dappled with disappointment and marked mostly by mediocrity. My failures are too numerous to list. The few successes of 2011 are as follows: early graduation from college in March, and the completion of The Revised Sunday Knights Chronicles. A-a-and that’s about it.
Writers must write, or they will die. Perhaps that’s too dramatic? Nope, it’s true. When a great deal of time passes and I haven’t expressed myself through a well-crafted email or trimmed a few excess words from my current short story, I feel myself weaken. My skills dull, my senses dim, and I’m left feeling empty inside.