Writing faith-based stories that are both entertaining and relevant can be difficult. Every story has a message, and as artists, our messages are one of the main reasons we share our work. In this book, Mary teaches us how to write stories that capture the attention of our audiences while effectively conveying our messages. She also includes helpful tips for overcoming adversity.
The Lies We Told by Camilla Way is the perfect read for those who love psychological thrillers. Fans of Ruth Ware (In a Dark, Dark Wood), Paula Hawkins (The Girl on the Train), or Gillian Flynn (Gone Girl), will be the ideal readers for this one.
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Katie Coughran’s How to Be a Minimalist with Kids is packed with helpful tips to not only rid yourself of excess stuff but also how to minimize your life in other ways. I love that she spends time addressing how to mentally de-stress by removing things/obligations that don’t bring you joy. I particularly found the Burn Book idea and the calendar dots helpful. I’ll definitely be incorporating these into my life.
Happy Halloween! It's a beautiful fall day. My windows are open and the screen doors are allowing the cool breeze to fill the house. My favorite harvest Yankee Candle (affiliate link) is permeating every corner of the room with the sweet smell of autumn spices. I love this time of year for many reasons, but the warm colors and nice weather aren’t the only things that draw me in. I also enjoy spooky tales, stories including ghosts and ghouls.
The past few months have been interesting. At first, I felt lost--like a motherless child in a dark forest--frightened and alone. But then, as I watched the trees sway and noticed the sunlight beaming through the wiry limbs, my fear subsided a little. And I walked on, even though there was no path and no clear direction. Through words and creative photography, I knelt down to pick wildflowers, and I tied my curls up with ivy vines. I pet a small brown rabbit with a cotton tail, and I met a fox who piqued my interest enough to name him. I cooked what I gathered. I read from a hidden library of old books. The tiniest nothings became my treasures, and all that was found, was good. The forest became my home. The wilderness became my peace.
I'd been blissfully wandering, but I wasn't working. I didn't writing much--on purpose--for the first time ever. I should have felt guilty. Every other time I hadn't been able to write, I'd feel this nagging guilt that wouldn't quit. But not this time. When I thought about why I'd been neglecting my passion, I felt...
And I didn't know why. I wasn't sure how to process it, or what to do absent my usual insatiable drive to write and the guilt and disappointment that accompanied that drive. I wondered if I had truly lost my way. Could it be possible? After writing books for a decade, would I walk away?
And for no real reason.
Nothing had happened. I wasn't depressed, no one died, my feeling weren't hurt, nothing. But something did happen, though. Something on the inside of me. I'd been withdrawing inward just a little and sorting through my heart's desire for life.
Solomon said, "Better one handful with tranquility than two handfuls with toil and chasing after the wind."
The only things worth investing in are God and people--the only eternal things in life. I've always had trouble balancing things. I was all in or all out. I'm not an in-between gal. But I've been on a journey to learn how to appreciate my small portion--to be at peace with where I am in life. Once I came to the conclusion that I needn't push myself so hard and work more, I began to find my way again. Now, I've created enough white space in my little world to enjoy, to live better, to love better, and to only do the things that bring joy.
So, yes. I'm writing again. Slowly and purposefully. I'm recording audiobooks at present and have gotten back to my storytelling roots with my podcast FABLED. It's been a strange and beautiful few months, but I'm so grateful for them. Sometimes all we need it a little space and quiet time to sort out what we truly want with our lives. As for me, I'm content where I am--possibly for the first time in my life. And that is a great way to begin 2019.
Blood for blood. Life for life. Treasure for treasure.
Samantha’s life has been plagued by her sister’s illness. With her family’s finances and spirits running low, she makes a fateful decision to seek the guidance of a ghostly seer who’s rumored to frequent River Street—Savannah’s notoriously dark side of town. Desperate for answers, she approaches the soothsayer, disguised as a man to keep herself safe. His premonition surprises her and has her believing a better future awaits.
But the night isn’t done with its surprises. After being kidnapped, imprisoned on a pirate’s ship, and required to do the wicked captain’s bidding, she wonders if she’ll ever return home. She’s witness to both the brutality and the soft side of the world’s most infamous villains, and she’ll never be the same. With the help of a handsome young doctor and the captain’s wife, she realizes she must become them to escape them, and she makes a deal with the devil that just may save her sister’s life.
"The opposite of love is not hate, it's indifference. The opposite of art is not ugliness, it's indifference. The opposite of faith is not heresy, it's indifference. And the opposite of life is not death, it's indifference."— Elie Wiesel