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Overcome the Yips!
I stretched my back. Next, I gave each of my fingers a massage. I closed my eyes and warmed up my imagination. Then, I put on the perfect playlist. A quick check showed my favorite glass holding iced tea was full, and my screens were all at the perfect height. It was time to write some killer dialogue. Writing session, commence. “Sup?” “Not much. You” “Eh.” Nothing else came to mind. Not only was that the least helpful dialogue I’ve ever written, but I’d also actually permanently destroyed brain cells typing it. Word yips strike the beginner and veteran writer without respect for persons. Sometimes, going back to the basics…
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Let There Be Light!
For writers, our imagination is a tricky little troublemaker. As children, we stared out the windows during math class. Do you remember being a teen? You contemplated anything but what you were doing in the moment. Now as adults, we make up fictional characters we torture. Yes, our imagination is trouble. Those visions are also your best friend, and they are how I awaken my writing brain. Here’s my process. Close your eyes. What do you see? Okay, yes, it’s dark. Thank you for pointing it out. With eyes closed, tap into your imagination. Quickly conjure up a scene, a person, their looks, clothes, and posture. Fill in the world…
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Ride The Wave
I rarely find myself with sweaty palms these days…except when I share my writing. I’ve posted and published so much over the last decade, you’d think exposure alone would seal this last fount of my social anxiety. But, no. As my finger hovers over the send or submit button, my hands are damp and shaky, every time. [Even now] Another writer asked me a question, basically, “How do we know our writing is good enough to be published? What if we share it with people and it actually sucks?” That’s the question of the social media century. We think our work is good, but we question ourselves, and what if…
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Villain or Hero? Skip The Tired Tropes Consult the Philosophers
Many authors, including myself, have a theory about what makes a book sell past one or two printings. One word. Magic. Well, not quite. Here’s what we see. Over the years, philosophers, theologians, and others have narrowed down seven basic good characteristics and seven not-so-good things a person does. Over time, they’ve been labeled the Seven Heavenly Virtues and the Seven Deadly Sins. It’s easy to list them. Perhaps we’ll spend the time later. But for now, let’s talk about one virtue—loading the dishwasher. Loading the dishwasher is also coupled with unloading, and over the past 6,000 years, dishwashing has been known to be one of the greatest attributes a…
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In The Driver’s Seat
If you have driven in town lately, you can testify to the following AP article premise: Average IQs are plummeting worldwide. And here’s another worry—it’s not going to get better. Fourth grade reading proficiencies are at 33%, which means 7 out of 10 ten-year-olds have a hard time sounding out words, let alone understanding them. And the DMV still publishes their manuals in written form. Oh boy. There is hope, however, and it is you. You are the sacred keeper of the meaning of its and it’s. You know the Pantheon of their there they’re. Then there’s the deeper magic—you can show, not tell. Science tells us you’re about to…
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Visions of Sugarplums: Writing Christmas
When a writer touches pen to paper during Christmas, hollies and cranberries appear. Lights dance and visions of sugarplums fill the skies. We can’t help ourselves. Christmas is magical, whether we love the magical or not. I revel in the holidays and overload myself with reading and writing Christmastime. Here are a few tips to keep your Christmas readers filled with holiday cheer! Writing about Christmas can be rewarding and a positive way to engage readers. Enjoy a tall glass of eggnog and a plateful of sugarplums while you craft the words that change the world. Blessings!
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In The Crucible
Do your favorite authors live the perfect life? The picture in my mind shows they’ve had a healthy breakfast and walked the dog. They take their coffee to their immaculate study and move into a creative state so potent birdsongs and sunshine burst forth after every word they type. They finish a novel just in time to jog, make a healthy lunch, and talk with friends throughout the afternoon. When their spouse arrives home, dinner somehow appears on the table, and they connect on the couch talking about what they did during the day. A movie or reading by firelight and a good night’s sleep prepare them for the next day’s…
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A New Rhythm
I host a church small group in my home once a week, and this most recent gathering, I was in the spotlight, to give my testimony. Unfortunately, I’d gotten no sleep the night before *classic insomniac here* and was finding it difficult, in my groggy condition, to condense five decades of walking with Christ and my fellow believers on this pilgrim journey. That thought, Pilgrim Journey, gave me an idea. About a decade ago, and for six or seven years, I blogged regularly—several times a month—about my life, relationships, parenting, God—all with an emphasis on my worldview as a believing (although not very traditional) Christian. I pulled out a few…
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Writing is a Wonderful Master
Stick with your writing journey. The effort is worth your time and can be your most fulfilling relationship. You probably remember that fateful day you thought, “I want a dog.” A pet in your home isn’t a bad idea. They’re cute and cuddly and full of love. They wag their tails when you give them attention. When you come home late, they don’t scold you—they jump up and down with excitement. What made you want to get a dog? Perhaps you saw someone on a walk with their puppy. Or you visited a friend whose pet sat at your feet and set their muzzle on your lap, and you fell…
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God’s Love for the Writer and the Chicken
A chicken had a dream. There would be a day when he spread his wings and soared above the earth. As a middle schooler, I watched a rooster strut around my friend’s farm, pounding his wings. Seeds, dust, and feathers swirled around him. I asked my friend what was up with the crazy rooster. “He’s trying to fly. The idiot doesn’t even crow in the morning. He tries to fly.” I admired the effort. So, when the rooster found himself atop the barn in the clutches of my friend’s little brother, I watched with interest. Little boys do things that are usually explicable, so when the kid flung the rooster…
