There comes a day when your sitting or laying in bed crying your eyes out, feeling as if no one loves you. (That has not happened to me, well, lately.) What does it mean to give up in the middle of intense crisis, of suffering?

There isn't much to say about yourself when you're the storyteller. To spend a life in pursuit of telling the stories other people have lived is often easier than trying to tell your own story.

One of the first things I learned about writing was perspectives, well that and dialogue, but it doesn't sound as good for this post. While perspectives may seem odd to learn when first writing it is an essential piece of the creative process.

God calls us, but we must be willing to respond. There is no forced action, however, in denying what God has for us we can never truly in this life be fulfilled and satisfied, because we are denying the calling that we were meant for.

When they say "communication is key", then they would be right, but of course there is always another question to ask: who is they? Writers don't necessarily need to be profound public speakers, or even people who like talking in general.

Today started great. I got up earlier than usual, and finally it felt as if I had gotten through the rut of being on vacation (Christmas break).

When I started writing I always looked for tips on hosting write more effectively or how to craft better characters.

When I think back on the last year I wonder about all the decisions that I've made, which have led me to this point in my life. Little less than a year and a half ago I married my wife, and that was a day to be remembered and cherished.

Writers are born to tell stories, and that heritage spans all the way back to before the written word when writers were actually considered storytellers.