Truth. Triumph. Two independent words, but can we really have one without the other? One of my favorite inspirational movies is Gifted Hands: The Ben Carson Story, based on the autobiography of Dr. Ben Carson, one of today’s top neurosurgeons. The movie’s been out for several years, but it still runs periodically on television and it never fails to inspire …
Guts and Glory: Pressing on When We’d Rather Not
Recently, I lamented to a writer-friend about how tired I was. Perhaps, you’re there, too. Pressing on. Maybe you’re a writer. Or an artist. Or a creative who’s walked a similar path. The one marked Guts. The one opposite its counterpart, Glory. Though the two paths intersect, rarely do they meet–at least on the same day. And sometimes, not even …
The Wild and Wonderful Writing Journey
It’s no secret. Writers are an interesting bunch. We study folks. We rarely keep regular hours. We craft, plot, and create in the oddest places. To non-writers, what we do may look like child’s play. Sometimes, we may hear insensitive comments or careless criticisms. Only we–the creators of our art–know the truth. We understand that writing is hard work. It …
Peanut Brittle-Making at Silver Dollar City (What it Taught Me)
I admit it. I’m a Pollyanna of sorts (by others’ definitions). I prefer to see the glass half-full instead of half-empty. If life rains on my parade, I’ll open an umbrella. Something not going my way? I’ll chalk it up to a lesson learned. Am I hopelessly happy when tough times come? Not really. But I know, too, that even …
Going My Way?
For those of you who write, you know a huge part of the process is the journey. For me, I began writing “stories” at a very young age. I continued writing throughout high school, with a brief lull during my college years due to time constraints. (Term papers don’t count–kinda hard to focus on penning romantic tales when your grade’s …
Hope Springs Eternal
Years ago, when I began pursuing a publishing career, I remember there was often a little voice that would taunt Yeah, well hope springs eternal. It was the voice of discouragement, the voice of disbelief. I continued to plug away and tried to tamp down the ever-present rant going on in my head—the stream of negatives that played like a symphony …