Here is the bottom line upfront: two of the biggest mistakes you can make as a writer are chasing a result instead of loving the process and failing to develop a deep relationship with your subject.
This is a tale of how I got gobsmacked for achieving both of those fails.
“Congratulations! You are officially an Emmy winner!”
I’ve gotten so many scam-laden emails in my adult life, I could honestly write a compelling book on my top 500 favorites. So when I received one with those words in the subject line, I nearly deleted it without even opening it.
I’ve been hearing conservatives throw around the words “woke” and “wokeism” for a while like it’s some kind of corrosive profanity — an ideology that is to be battled and condemned at all costs. I didn’t pay it much mind at first; I figured everyone believes something and we are all entitled to do that, right?
Recently, I was forced to confront this concept quite by accident — well, by lack of design, anyway. This particular situation threw me into a space where I had to think through what “wokeism” really means, and it radically changed my whole point of…
Full disclosure before we get started: I’m a writer by trade, but I’ve had a side gig for the last 26 years as a Soldier in the U.S. Army. Several people warned me years ago that writing would interfere with my duties in the military, but over the last 10 or so years, I’ve found quite the opposite to be true.
Don’t get me wrong — I love what I do in the Army. Serving my country is my calling, and I work tirelessly to serve the people of the United States and live the Army values. Regardless of who…
I was sitting in church Sunday, and everything felt very familiar. The worship time was powerful and soul-moving, the coffee and donuts were typically…typical. The sermon time started with prayer, and the foundational Bible passage was one I’d heard hundreds or thousands of times: Matthew 11:28–30.
Then Jesus said, “Come to me all of you who are weary and carry heavy burdens, and I will give you rest. Take my yoke upon you. Let me teach you, because I am humble and gentle at heart, and you will find rest for your souls. …
Lord, can I be honest?
I have something to say
Someone asked me a question
I couldn’t answer today
He asked me how to know You
He was looking for The Way
I opened my mouth to answer
But I had nothing real to say
Lord, I don’t know how to do this
I don’t know how to feel
To look inside myself
And know that You are real
My path has never been easy
I’ve been tossed to and fro
Stumbled from one year to the next
Not knowing where to go
My spirit lacks the water
It needs to truly grow
I feel like…
When the social distancing and stay-at-home mandates first crashed down on my roof, I immediately feared the worst. Even as I dealt with the shocking reality that life was changing drastically for most of us, my mind immediately raced to the far end of worst-case scenarios for my own household.
In short, I thought this new reality would really test my wife’s patience.
She has an independent business that she runs out of our home. She is a self-sufficient, extremely motivated professional who is ultra-focused on TCB — taking care of business. …
We live in a far different society today than we did in the mid- to late-90s. I know, not exactly a hot take, right? But think about how different things are today.
Alannis Morissette screamed at us about failed relationships and crooned about her obvious misunderstanding of the word “irony.” Kirk Cobain reluctantly became the voice of a generation by rage-bathing us with lyrics about —I don’t know — mosquitoes and libidos, I guess. Drop a comment if you have any idea what the heck he was talking about.
High school- and college-aged youth relished the anger spewing forth from…
I never contemplated having another dog. My previous foray into that did not go well; I adopted two rescue dogs during my time in Puerto Rico that were completely unteachable. When it was time to move back to the continental U.S., I found good homes for both and wished their new families bueno suerte as I backed out of their driveways.
Maxwell came to us through somewhat extraordinary means. His lifelong momma was no longer able to care for him, so she asked for help on Facebook in re-homing him. …
The COVID-19 crisis has wreaked havoc on all manner of normal life. Unless you are a contestant on the German version of Big Brother, this thing has changed your world in a drastic way. Curfews are being established across the country, many establishments are closing, and various services are suddenly unavailable. One thing it cannot change, however, is your creativity.
Online streaming services have your back when it comes to filling time, sure, but why not resolve to do something productive? Why not write?
Nothing is a better friend to the concept of productivity than free time. Rather than dedicating…
Opinions on public reaction to the COVID-19 strain of coronavirus are widely varied. Some believe this is no big deal, while others are convinced that this is the next Black Plague. Regardless of which side you come down on (I’m currently somewhere in the middle), this is bound to affect us all to some degree.
I was bummed when the NBA suspended their season. The NHL followed suit, and Major League Baseball ended Spring Training and pushed back Opening Day. Then the NCAA canceled all postseason basketball tournaments. While I completely get why (and support it after really thinking it…