At home or abroaddon't forgetTHE WRONG SUITCASE! Are you ready for summer? A break from winter wet and cold? Do you want an extension of that too-short spring break? I do. Five days in Arizona visiting my Melanie was NOT enough. (The sun took a vacation and left us both with blustery winds that kept …
It's a long road to a published book. Let's just say it. The journey from first spark, crafting characters, making settings come alive, to destination HEA --it all takes time. And more than a touch of Providence. But knowing where to start is helpful. Knowing what to cut out is even better. So before I …
NaNoWriMo. Sounds great for some. But the courtship is over. The thrill—disgusting word—is gone. No write-in, no word-sprint can revive the magic. The patient is bleeding out and pulling the plug is the only mercy. The daily pain is too fresh, too real, too stark a reminder of all that we writer’s did…and failed to …
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A few years ago, on a gorgeous fall afternoon, I came home to a horrific sight: a yard full of chicken feathers. So. Many. Feathers. I feared the worst: that one–or both–of my chickens had been attacked and killed by a predator. In a panic, I ran around the house to search for my girls. When I found them, they were happily scratching the ground, without a care in the world.
My panic didn’t end, though. Oh, no. One of the hens looked dreadful. Once a beautiful bird with shiny black feathers that shimmered in the sunlight, she was now nearly bald. I sent pictures to a chicken group on Facebook, begging for help in diagnosing the horrific disease that had befallen my cherished chicken. Needless to say, I was mocked mercilessly. I didn’t mind, though, because my chicken was fine. She was merely molting, a totally natural process. Shedding…
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Attention writers and readers of Inspy Romance.
This just in from Inside Cup. Blogger and devoted Christian, T.R. Noble has some serious charges to level at the Christian Romance genre.
Is she right? Wrong?
Has the Inspirational market crossed the line into glorified temptation? Or is Noble, despite noble intentions, seeking a scapegoat for fallen human nature?
It’s often not a love of the Lord that sees temptation everywhere.
It’s fear. (And not the filial kind that places abundant trust in a loving Father.)
This is at least going to be a two-part post series. Today is the introduction. We’re going to discuss how deception sinks not only in romance movies/books but in Christian romance novels as well. We’re going to talk about the pressure set in the world around us.
Looking back now, I only had media and the googly eyes students gave each other in the hall to have a glimpse of what I thought was a relationship in the world of dating. I honestly think my main desire at 12 was to be liked by someone. For someone to notice me like I noticed them. *Cue the imaginative “fantasy” of the boy I crushed on saying he liked me. Gasp! And end curtain.
That was it.
I truly had NO idea what a relationship in the sense of dating meant, and I was young enough to not fully grasp how special…
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