Mourning into Dancing

Basement BallerinaYou have turned for me my mourning into dancing…
That my soul may sing praise to You and not be silent.
Psalm 30:11-2 (NASB)

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Write Right: Amount and Number

Write Right Talks about Writing RightAmount and number are both words that relate to quantity. The former refers to a singular item that can’t be counted. The latter requires a plural noun that can be counted. Let’s use stories to illustrate their use.

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Mountains out of Mole Hills

Mountains and Mole HillsThe problem with perfectionists, albeit not the only one, is that they make mountains out of mole hills. A failure to rise to the occasion. A moment of stupidity. An error that not even an eighteen-year-old rookie writer should or would have made.

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Better or Worse

GlassesWriting for a client is like going to the optometrist. I turn in a draft. They send it back with requested revisions and edits. I revise the copy, return it, and ask, “Better or worse?”

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Write Right and the Ides of March

Write Right and the Ides of March

Change Your Perspective

Beauty in the Ordinary“…if writing is about anything, it’s about seeing things fresh.” – Francis Flaherty, The Elements of Story

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Burnout

Lit MatchBurnout. Noun. The sensation that a tire is about to blow, the house is about to catch on fire, someone you love, maybe yourself, is about to crash and burn.Continue Reading

How to be a Better Writer: Say Good Morning

Good MorningCall it being contrary—and I can exhibit the quality—but I make it a point to say good morning to the people I meet during my early morning runs. They are few and far between and typically have ear buds in their ears, but I still make eye contact and at least tip my head in greeting. It’s a way to force myself outside my comfort zone and to seek an encounter.

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The Writing Slump is a Wilderness

Wilderness“In the wilderness we’re plunged into an awareness of danger and death; at the very same moment we’re plunged, if we let ourselves be, into an awareness of the great mystery of God and the extraordinary preciousness of life.” —Eugene Peterson, Leap Over a Wall

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Hopes and Dreams

Rain
I try to distance myself from my hopes and dreams. I tell myself they’re silly. I bury them ten feet deep. I throw them out of a moving car and don’t wait to see where they land or if they manage to tuck and roll. I flee when they make themselves known.

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