You see it every day. The people you work with, interact with at the grocery store, church, or on the road. Empty. Discouraged. Defeated.
If you were to stop and ask them, they might tell you it’s something they are going through–a family issue, some financial concerns, cancer. But like you, they know it goes deeper than that. There’s something wrong with the world today.
A storm is coming… I was reading through some of my newest series Demon Tide in order to get it ready for beta-reading yesterday, and noticed a common theme about my own writing. I love writing about storms. I noticed this about my previous series as well. A few chapters into the book The Watcher […]
I’m not living by my own rules. (The next few paragraphs is a bunch of ranting and other publishing nonsense. Scroll down to the skip to the update on my books.) You heard it right there, everybody. Yep, that’s me, not abiding by my own rules I’ve set for myself. Missing my own deadlines. Shirking […]
Thanks to an amazing friend of mine, I start the Rubart Writing Academy this week. I’ve been a part of writing groups and workshops in the past, but I’m particularly excited about this one. I’ll be no doubt wrestling with how to develop plots, draw character arcs, and digging out those skeletons…
Writing the last two chapters of book three of Demon Tide has been excruciating. One of the main characters, Matt, is quickly realizing how dire their situation really is. World governments are collapsing, and the enemy is quickly gaining strength. I anticipate some really tough scenes playing out in the next several chapters…
You’re on the shores of a windswept beach. The moon strains to make its way through the sky amid the cloud-covered night, and a chilly breeze from the liquid expanse in front of you bites at your cheeks…
Ever heard of Ham Radio? No? Well, all you need to do is drive around the neighborhood and look for the massive antenna arrays in someone’s backyard. Peek behind the house and you’ll probably find a…
This past week at the Realm Maker’s writing conference, I was given a renewed sense of priority for writing. Through various people and situations, I felt as though God was speaking to me to return to the keyboard, pushing forward to publish those crazy stories that live in my head….
Salim led them out of the mansion and onto the steps. When all of them were out on the front steps, he turned briefly and held a hand at the open door. “Never leave the doors open or unlocked. Anytime someone passes through, they must make sure it closes behind them. This is the first level of security for the mansion.”
“If—God forbid, we would ever have an attack of some sort, at least they
This summer is shaping up to be a work one. Between publishing books, Stacy’s markets with FlannelnChubs, and other work to keep the bills paid, we will likely be staring at the computer screen until our eyes go blurry. That being said, we will need to do our best to get out to the beach […]
