Remember in olden days when magazines published fiction in installments? Each issue, the story would end right when you didn’t want it to, but it kept bringing you back for more. Someplace Else (brought to you by the Disciple’s Post) is just like that. Every month, a new story is posted, and each Monday after, the rest of the story unfolds.
What part does an author’s emotions play in her writing? I have heard well-published authors explain that if an author feels sad, the reader will feel it more, if the author is scared, so it is with the reader, and so on. If that is the case, then if an author wants to produce fiction that deeply resonates with her readership (and thus create a well-sold book), the author must tap her own emotional resources.
“Say to wisdom, ‘You are my sister,’ and call insight your intimate friend.’ ” Prov. 7. 4.
In thinking about the levels of relationship, sister and intimate friend are two of the closest relationships we can have. A sister can know her sibling(s) better than anyone else. Secrets, joys, personality, all that encompasses a person, that person’s sister knows it all. The good and the bad. So it is with Wisdom. Is it that Wisdom is our sister, or are we Wisdom’s sister/brother? That’s an interesting question. Because, siblings know each other, so technically it would be both. So… we need to know wisdom as if she were a sister. Which means, we know wisdom really, really, really well. Like best friend well.
In the Chicagoland area the past few days, the clouds have been magnificent. It seems I look out my window, or go for a walk, and find myself staring at them, marveling. They have had such depth, such character, like a perfect landscape painted across the sky. And their colors have been varied and absolutely beautiful.
For my class on Interpersonal Communication, we are studying the book of Proverbs. While reading Proverbs 4 today, I specifically noted that Solomon uses strong, active verbs throughout his whole conversation with his son. He is pleading with his son to hear, to be attentive, to not forsake his teaching because he gives good precepts. Read More
Last month I had the awesome opportunity to attend the Christian Writers Guild’s Writing for the Soul conference in Colorado Springs, Colorado. It was a time of refreshment, connecting, and learning. It was my first writers conference, but I didn’t feel like a rookie. I thank my time as a Craftsman for that.
Today is Inauguration Day. Eight years ago I recall watching President Bill Clinton hand the presidency to President George W. Bush, a display of the peaceful transfer of authority which marks our nation. I don’t remember which newscaster said it, but this concept has stayed with me these eight years.
Again today, this demonstration was played out before the well over a million people in the Mall and those of us watching from our TV or computer screens.
Last night I was with my family at the dinner table when my dad commented that the following day it would be 37 years since his father passed away. So, 37 years ago today. Yesterday, a note also reminded me that my mom’s dad passed away 7 years ago that day. Yes, I lost both grandfathers, though 30 years apart, on Jan 5 & 6.