Posts Tagged ‘Life’



My friend and I were texting, and she said something that made us both laugh and then, in that next breath,  made my heart ache with its savage truth.  Our conversation was running something like this:

HER: “I don’t see  [writing  group]  listed on their site, maybe it’s invitation only.”

ME: “You a grown up now,  you could call and  ask a librarian. They they aren’t dragons, they aren’t going to eat you.”

HER:  ” I’m pretty sure they are dragons.  You know when I was a kid, I wasn’t afraid of dragons. Now that I’m an adult I’ve learned to fear them.”

The truth of her observation cuts like razors.  Kids are fearless, trusting, wonder-holders, and bold enough to stare down Wyrms. But as we get older, life introduce rejection, falseness, betrayal, and heartache. We all learn to fear the dragons.  We lose the ability to stare into the eyes of a great beast, of someone different,  and see a potential friend.

It’s wounding that she’s right,  but I’m not going to stay  bleeding on the sidelines. I”m going to work on not assuming every last one I meet wants to eat me. I’m going to capture back the wonder I had as a kid, and with God’s help, I’m going to unlearn this fear  dragons.

Dragon image taken from Sandara’s gallery at deviant art. Click the dragon to go see her full range of work!

This week, Cinder  by Marissa Meyer is on my slate  for review at the christian manifesto, and my first review ever, should be published tomorrow at the site! I’m really excited, both about Cinder, and about my review being published. It’s a busy week for me this week, hardly any time for writing and I’ve got a fantastic opportunity to help my Mom who is speaking at a  church conference this Saturday. I just barely squeaked into the League to get assignments there posted (I have to take a moment to say that 1.) I so MISS my Scribes! I haven’t been as active as I usually am and I miss everyone and 2.) I am giddy with delight over the fact that while I’m not there as much, it is THRIVING. This has been my goal and secret hope forever, that if I had to step away from it, it would continue to be fantastic. AND IT IS) and now am off to the job that pays my bills.
Prayers are greatly appreciated, I am so harried this week to use  Rudyard Kipling’s words  I don’t know if  I’m “On my head, or on my painted tail”

Coriam Deo, Scribes!


Why is it that secular fiction is so much smoother to read than “Christian” fiction? Why? WHY? Tell me in the comments, I beg of you.