One of my college roommates wrote this. The good stuff, right here! She has a beautiful writing voice! *CLICK* With a flip of a switch, the lights turn on and the door shuts behind me. A cross and a gold box: a familiar sight. In just a few steps, I’m at the front of the… Continue reading Morning’s First Meeting
day, I began writing my first novel that I intend to publish! I logged 1700 words or so and completed a prologue in an hour and a half or so… at 7am, no less! I was so proud and excited!… and then I let my husband read it. Now, don’t get me wrong: my husband… Continue reading SeptNoWriMo: A Case for Self-Confidence
A peek into my “studio…” cat hair always included! Toes are my favorite to draw… don’t ask me why, I couldn’t tell you. Where do you create?
Another World Youth Day post. This one is out of order, but it’s been tugging on my heart, so I have to get it out there. While I was in Poland, it took me a good while to adjust to things: where was I supposed to lead, and when was I supposed to follow? Why… Continue reading Hope beyond Loneliness and Despair: A Reflection on World Youth Day
A particularly nice piece from my friend over at From Padua Hall. If you like music, you’ll appreciate the clever little inserts. “You don’t know what love is, you just do as you’re told.” These words that are almost ten years old have become a discomforting premonition of the present. Whether the White Stripes knew… Continue reading On Love (As Told By Music) — from padua hall
Today is the feast day of St. Genesius! He was an actor in the 3rd century. The story goes that St. Genesius was in a play for the emperor, making fun of Christianity. He played the part of the cstechumen, who was about to be baptized, and miraculously was converted right there on the stage.… Continue reading St. Genesius: patron saint of actors and actresses
As a writer, I sometimes feel like I have multiple personalities: my style is so varied that I sometimes don’t recognize my own writing. I write with four basic voices: Journaling. Intended for my eyes only (and sometimes, my husband’s). I write like I speak, and it’s sloppy and handwritten and fast… and random as all get-out.… Continue reading My writing styles: personal, professional, and just plain silly