“Everybody wants to be a writer.” Have you ever heard that facetious phrase?
Well, I’m currently serving as a judge in a literary contest. Actually, this is the fourth competition to do so in five months. And after reading all the entries, I’m convinced everybody IS a writer. There’s so much talent out there that it’s mindboggling. It definitely makes a judge’s task more complicated. When all the entrants’ submissions are exemplary and practically flawless, it requires even more fine-tuned examination for accurate scoring. Which should truly rise to the top? Hum. Yet, there’s joy in the process. And it comes by reading these engaging stories and then having the opportunity to follow up with encouragement and support for fellow writers. Really, I’m so impressed. Instead of the transitional and challenging time in the publishing industry suppressing creativity, it seems manuscripts are just getting better—and that’s exciting. So, everybody, write on!
An Hour in Heaven
By searching for music in an attempt to resurrect the not-dead-but-buried dancer in me, I stumbled upon The Paganini Duo on YouTube. These brilliant musicians, Gustaw Szelski-violin, and Georg Mertens-guitar/cello, would inspire anybody. I purchased their CD, An Hour in Heaven: Traditional Gypsy Music & Free Improvisations, and look forward to adding more to my collection. Check out their performances online. I’m grateful for the ability to view their concerts in this manner, as it’s not an easy hop, skip, or jump over land and sea from the U.S. to the Jenolan Caves in Australia, where they appear regularly. Speaking of the caves, there’s another fascinating bit to read about, FYI. I’m sharing one of their clips here for your convenience, to embrace and cherish as I have. Enjoy. Oh!—and dance as if nobody is watching.
Discipleship vs. Grace
I firmly believe in discipleship. But it’s a separate issue from grace. Discipleship and grace should not be tied together like it often is. Grace is grace. You either have it or you don’t. It is a gift and cannot be earned.
I wish I were, oh, I wish I were a pirate...
Blighted by perpetual sailor envy, one day I-WILL sail the seven seas. Now, if I can just get over my fear of the ocean…and swimming, storms, the deep, sharks, killer whales, that gigantic octopus, other pirates, motion sickness, canvas shoes, seaweed…
Why am I drawn to that which I fear?—and guess where it’s taking me in my current WIP? Only, in the world of fiction, I can be what I want, do what I want, and shine like the very stars that guide my protagonists. P-r-e-t-t-y cool!
Sometimes I think I ought not to stick my neck out as far as I do. Most of the time I think, Go on, stick it out there…way out. Conviction isn’t always easy.
is a storyteller, and a transcript editor. She's also a Romans 8:28 kind of Jewish girl ...