The other day, I was scrolling through a forum website called Quora, and I came across this question: "Why is it that in the Bible, love does nothing but obey?" While I could see where this kind of confusion could come from, I could also feel the hurt and frustration fueling it. I would be lying if I said I never felt like this. Sometimes, no matter how well I might know the truth, I can't help but be frustrated. Sometimes I wonder if God has my best interests at heart and I doubt the goodness and kindness of His love.
In biblical times, the social outcasts were the poor, the lepers, the blind, and pretty much anyone else with a chronic illness. Most of the time, they weren't even allowed to touch the 'regular people'. Of course, society isn't as openly severe today, but we do still have a certain set of standards: follow this
There comes a point in every work of fiction when we must sit down and name things. As writers, we are responsible for naming anywhere from six to two dozen characters, depending on how big our cast is. If you’re a fantasy writer—like me—then important places must be named, too.
Next time you feel silly being sad over a lost pet or feel silly for caring so much about the ones you have, here is your excuse. Enjoy.
I know I'm not the only one who struggles with this. But what do we do about it? If everyone struggles with it, and no one's found an answer, then it must be a hopeless cause. Right?
The other day I saw a picture of a homeless man sitting on a street. He wore a white t-shirt, had a dirty beard, and his belongings were scattered beside him. He held a cardboard sign that read...
I've been working on a new story project. It's become a multi-book endeavor and I'm a little obsessed. Right now I am furiously typing away on a prequel novella to be released as soon as possible.
Welcome to my blog, 2.0! You might have noticed it's been a (terribly) long time since I have spoken in the blogosphere. Or the webosphere. Incognito has been my middle name.
I thought it was time to change that.