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The Write Space
Where do you imagine yourself working? What does your workspace look like? What a question. I don’t know I thought. Since I was going to be a writer, I molded the space to my imagined perfect place. On the white paper I outlined a room with black ink. Spartan The room was empty. A desk.…
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I Write Because I Breathe
I have always been a writer. I haven’t always been a storyteller. In the 7th grade, I had to write a report for my Social Studies class. It was one of those reports that seemed to take forever to write: like a whole two or three pages. I was in the library looking through encyclopedias…
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Being Called Is Not Enough…to the church
A little while ago Deborah Bryan, a blogger friend who writes at The Monster in Your Closet invited contributions to a series she called “Oh, Yes I Did!” The series is an opportunity for people to tell a story of overcoming adversity, particularly when you’re told you can’t do it. You should read her own words on…
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Writing Visually
Very important heading here Several weeks ago, I spent several hours on the same piece. Not writing it. Not editing it. Posting it. Over and over. Some of it technical problems. Hitting the backspace key at the wrong moment, making the browser reload the last page, and losing all of my work. Formatting issues with…
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Finishing a Homily
I took a break from my sermonizing to capture the sky; it’s pink-dappled clouds on a purple backdrop. It was an image so big that it forced its way through my small office window, distracting me. This moment was two-thirds of the way through, but it captures the chasing-darkness aspect of writing as well as…
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Changing Fortunes
I love all kinds of Asian food. Chinese, Thai, Japanese: it’s all good. I love it. You know what happens to me after I’ve had some? I want more. I easily could eat it for lunch every other day and not get sick of it. Last week, I went to a Chinese restaurant. Actually, let’s…