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My summer plan is to publish a collection of novellas set in the world of my novels, The World Between and The Chaos Within. The three stories span a great length of time. One takes place before the events of either book, one takes place concurrently to both books, and one takes place after the…
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I started this writing blog as a way to make myself write more often. I have found it to be cathartic, healing, energizing and inspiring to sit down at the computer, and this “what will I write next for the blog?” As I reflect on a year of intentional writing, here are a few things…
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One of my big ideas involves a church that has always been run and headed by women. If the women at the empty tomb had been the ones to go into all the world, or if the spreading of the news had been done at their direction, how would the church have evolved differently? If…
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Nearly every time I read through the instructions in the Hebrew Bible, I wonder what the text might look like if it was brought forward into the modern world. I don’t think we would be bringing animals and fruits from our fields and gardens. These are not the tokens that we find meaningful now. Below…
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Last year, I wrote a story, The White Stone, which was inspired by a verse from Revelation chapter 2. I revisited Revelation chapters 2 and 3 recently, which catalog seven letters to seven churches in Asia minor. I plan to write six other stories using pieces from the six other letters of this section to…
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I have lots of ideas coming into the New Year. Some of them have made it onto the page. Others are still swimming around in my head. Over the next few weeks I’ll be sharing the bits and pieces that have been written. This week: the intro to a prequel for The World Between. …
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I knew I would have girls. I can’t explain how I knew, other than to say I envisioned them, and brought them to life. As if they manifested out of the dreams I had of them before they were born. When they were growing inside me, I knew who they were. I imagined how they…
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I re-read your letter today. I keep it in a drawer in case of emergency. Sometimes when I miss you, it helps to pull out that letter and see your handwriting. I imagine the way your hand moved across the page, and recall the feel of it in mine when we prayed together. The paper…
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There was a hum in the air around me. The expansive room was filled with other people, but I barely noticed them. I was centered on the statue in front of me. It had been placed behind a wall of glass to protect it, to separate it from the people who came to view it.…
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If I had been the second girl My mother would have named me Hannah But I was not the second girl So instead, she named me Sarah. If I had been named Hannah I wonder if I would have pleaded with God Distressed to the point of incoherence As the ones who loved me offered…
The Quick and the Dead
Short stories. Creative experiments. Ideas that might not pan out.
The Quick and the Dead 