Spinning in your own wheel In a world full of words, it’s easy to find yourself recycling, rewinding and reinventing the same wheel time and time again. When we immerse ourselves in our own writing routine, our own wheel so to speak, that’s when we are most likely to produce something we’ve already created before. So, how do we find our way out? How do we produce content that will fulfill our readers, exceed our own expectations, and deliver the message we are called to write? Collaborate, that’s how. You can’t grow as a writer without the help and guidance of…
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Many authors believe that only bad writers need editing and revision. I can assure you, that idea is false. Every author needs editing; savvy writers actually get it. Here’s why: The process of writing is quite a bit like having a big backyard. I can plant beautiful, bountiful blooms. I can water them. I can watch with delight as those seedlings break ground into grand, gorgeous displays. But around those blooming plants leaves will fall from the trees above. Naughty weeds will sprout in and try to camouflage themselves as if they belong amongst my flowers. Birds will drop twigs, rabbits will…
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This weekend we will once again honor our fathers on Father’s Day. Like many of you, I will hear expressions of love from my own children, while also reaching out to my own dad. It is a wonderful day full of love and admiration. Recently, as I was getting dressed for a wedding and working on a new necktie I bought for the occasion, I had this thought about neckties. Some people believe neckties were created to torture modern man (and I tend to agree with that as well). I also had this thought: perhaps God created neckties. Not to torture everyone who doesn’t want…
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Sometimes I think running is a lot like writing. I learned this lesson after a long, hard run two years ago. I laced up dirty, embarrassingly tattered tennis shoes, and my ankles churned across the asphalt until the concrete beneath me yielded up truth and clarity. I had vowed to run away from all the things which were stressing me, but I did just the opposite: eight miles later I was winded, sweaty…and face-to-face with all the beautiful (and yes, even broken) pieces of my very human state. They say running helps rid your body of toxins, purging your body of poison through sweat.…