The ACFW conference in Nashville ended Sunday afternoon. I pulled into my driveway around 9:30 PM Monday night, and I still haven’t managed to corral my thoughts into any semblance of coherence. Lots of fun, exciting, great stuff happened there. I promise I’ll introduce you to the awesome people I met and regale you with […]
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We can probably all picture it in our minds. As the camera zooms out to embrace a breathtaking view of the Austrian Alps, Maria flings her arms wide and spins with utter abandon. She opens her mouth, and the exquisite ache pent up inside her explodes in spontaneous song. “The hills are alive with the
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J. Mark Bertrand is one of my Master’s Artist compadres. In my mind I always refer to him as “the scholarly one.” Not that the other Master’s Artists are nitwits, but we each sort of bring our own seasoning to the sauce, and let’s just say Mark serves up a more cerebral stew than some
. . . and anyone else who delights in taking hunks of verbal marble and sculpting stories that sing. Today I posted some reflections on “good” writing and my personal goals as a writer. If you’re interested in that sort of thing, click here. And feel free to leave comments. I like to know what
For Luke and Zach . . . Read More »
” . . . and the doors on the street are shut as the sound of the grinding mill is low, and one will arise at the sound of the bird, and all the daughters of song will sing softly.” Ecclesiastes 12:4 And all the daughters of song will sing softly. That phrase has been
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Attention, L-Jarita-ville. I have a few announcements. Just follow the linky-dinks provided below, and all your dreams will come true. Or not. But follow them anyway. It’s time once again for a Celebration of New Christian Fiction. Check out this month’s blogger bonanza, hosted by the lovely and talented Marcia Laycock at her cozy little
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While we were in Seattle we drove up to Queen Anne and visited Brett, the Tea Man. (Click his name for a story I wrote about him in November, 2004). Brett prepared some Wen Shan Bao Zhong tea for our tasting pleasure. He described it as a low oxidized tea that’s classified as an oolong,
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I’ve never been able to figure out how to post pictures to LJ. Lots of people do it, so I’m pretty sure the problem lies with me and a disease known as non-tech-itis. However, I’ve started a blog (as of yesterday) over at blogger.com just for posting pics. In a moment of sheer creative genius
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Has it been a month already? My, how time flies when you’re Celebrating. It’s Chris Mikesell’s turn to host the Celebration of New Christian Fiction. Here’s what he has to say about the menu: “Our contributors have given us a feast this month, with everything from pears to tortilla soup to a variation on linguine.
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Just like every other day, they lunched across from one another, each perched in the familiar spot. She ate twice as fast as he did, all the while chattering away. He seemed distracted, constantly looking to the right or left, perhaps seeking a way to escape the incessant twittering of her voice. She munched on,
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