Writing: the Gateway Drug

Writing: the Gateway Drug

My hands hit the keyboard again and I felt as though they haven’t touched these rows of hard plastic in over twenty years. I write everyday whether the sun is shining or the cold and heavy showers of rain hurl down on top of me, but I feel as though this isn’t enough. It’s as [...]

Whiny Worries

I'm really starting to realize that God wants me to write. No matter where I go or what I do, opportunities and instances where I'm forced to reconnect with my passion for this crazy occupation seems to creep up and slap me with vigor across my face. I recently found myself walking around the other [...]