O Lord, make me know my end and what is the measure of my days; let me know how fleeting I am! Behold, you have made my days a few handbreadths, and my lifetime is as nothing before You. Surely all mankind stands as a mere breath! Selah. (Ps. 39:4-5)… Continue reading
I spend much of my time living vicariously through my own imagination. Being a fiction author means I spend half my life imagining things that can never happen, people who will never exist, and fantasy worlds that I can’t get to. It’s still exhilarating–it inspires me to step out and… Continue reading
On August 7th, 2011—almost a full year after I started my upcoming novel, A Time to Die—I had an experience that left me numb, cold, and questioning my purpose behind writing. An experience that, I’m sure, every author (and maybe even musician, screenwriter, playwright, poet, painter, and so on) dreads. On… Continue reading
