Christin Slade 6 Minute Read It began with a message. People consistently asked me the same question: “How do you write, care for five children, homeschool, and do virtual assistant work?” So, I set out to write an eBook that would help answer that question and offer the possibility to other moms who had a love for writing, but didn’t…
Guest Author 5 Minute Read by Kris Camealy It was a strange thing, the way the urge to write swelled up within me. I’ve always written, in journals and online (privately), so it didn’t quite make sense the way this urge to write words out loud suddenly started to push and gnaw at my insides. Ignoring the feeling, I carried…
Elisabeth Allen 5 Minute Read Don’t you love it when you get a letter in the post? Under my bed is a box. In the box are hundreds of letters written by dozens of girls. The letters are tied into bundles. This bundle of letters is from Anna. That bundle of letters is from Sarah. This friendship dates from 1999….
Rachelle Rea Cobb 4 Minute Read I’ve never called myself an artist. A writer, yes. In fact, it was just this year that I grew comfortable with introducing myself that way in those ice-breaker moments at the beginning of the first day of class. “Hi, I’m Rachelle, and I’m a writer.” Of course, I’m sure that had something to do with…
Elisabeth Allen 3 Minute Read “Then fill up your journal with words. Funny words. Enjoyable words. Stories. Poems. Jokes. Bible verses. Quotes from other writers. Things we’ve learned in sermons. Things we’ve learned from friends and family. Life is short. Write good words.” –Nancy Wilson, “Journal Keeping, Part 2” on the Femina blog There’s a hint of autumn in the…
Caroline Rose Sanders 5 Minute Read I’ve learned that there is a massive difference between disagreeing and attacking. I’ve also come to know that there is no reason a person has to choose between being opinionated and being kind.
Caroline Rose Sanders 4 Minute Read When I was a little girl, I told everyone that I wanted to be an artist when I grew up. As I got older, I realized that my truer passion was writing. At that point, I decided I wanted to marry an artist when I grew up (that way, he could illustrate my books!). Though I still…
Elisabeth Allen 5 Minute Read It’s scary because I’m not perfect. I still have so much life to live and so many lessons to learn! But (what if?) God is putting stories on my heart and whispering, “Please write – or draw – this for Me.” And so I try…try to write stories and draw pictures that capture a tiny bit of that “irresistible” vision of womanhood.
Caroline Rose Sanders 4 Minute Read Curled up on the couch across from my dad, I bring up a nerve-wracking subject. My stomach twists as I slowly weave words, not about boys or privileges, but of books and pens put to paper. I ask him what he thinks I should do about it, about my writing. I talk about it as if it was something between a terminal illness and an upcoming coronation. What do I do about this inevitable, undying, powerfully pending thing?
Chantel 4 Minute Read For as long as I can remember, I have found nothing soothes the heart and relaxes the mind like slipping away into a quiet place, surrounded by nature. There I can listen, and let the cares that burden the heart slip away with the wind. It is my hiding place, where I feel close to…
Gretchen Louise 3 Minute Read When I was in second grade, my mom would never have guessed that I’d grow up to be a writer. I cried more tears over my second grade A Beka Language Arts book than any other schoolbook except Saxon Math. Drawing lines and putting parts of sentences above, below, and beside was supposed to help…
Elisabeth Adams 4 Minute Read Once upon a time, I was required to design a short seminar. Not surprisingly, I chose the topic of writing. So I read (and read), taking some forty pages of notes that translated into an entire mini-course, handouts and all.
I never actually taught that seminar.
But as I reread my notes today, I discovered that God had surprised me. The principles I write by, the ones I repeat to students, clients, and long-suffering friends: yes, those wise words? Many of them come from the novelists and wordsmiths whose books I read and seemingly forgot.
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