A few days ago I was sitting in faculty meeting, where our University President Eric Anderson was talking about a session that he attended at the World Headquarters of Seventh-day Adventists in Silver Spring, Maryland. One of the items under discussion at that meeting in Maryland was a proposal to print 50 million copies of … More When Books Won’t Work
One of the most discouraging things I ever read while learning to write was the common statement: “You have to write every day to be able to call yourself a writer.” I’ve heard other variations of this. I heard someone else say, “You have to have written a million words before you can be called … More One million words
Funny how people can get emotional about New Year’s Resolutions. I asked friends on Facebook if they had thought about New Year’s Resolutions for 2011, and I got several responses, almost all of them negative. “Don’t do it,” one said. “They never work.” I beg to differ. A New Year is marked because it signals … More A Writer’s Resolution for 2011
I am just about as busy as I have ever been. Teaching two classes, editing an online newspaper and an alumni magazine, serving as University webmaster, and now expected to conduct writing workshops at academies as recruitment trips. I long for the days when all I had to do was teach four classes. Was there … More Not for the faint of heart? More like, not for the sane.
I still remember flying back from my mother’s funeral three years ago. My parents were in love for 42 years and yet were like peas and cucumbers–different as night and day. When retirement came, Dad just wanted a piece of land where he could farm and build things and hole up to read Zane Grey … More Do what you love, and #@$%^ the rest
I am finishing up the last few chapters of a three-book, four-year series entitled “The Champion.” My protagonist is a pastor who is called by God to accuse a corporation of wrong doing and thwart their efforts. In the process, he is tried and sentenced to prison as a terrorist, not once but twice. In … More Should he live? Should he die?
Douglas followed Paddy into the elevator that was guarded by two massive men in blue blazers. They stood on either side of the elevator as if they were bored, but Douglas suspected that they were a lot more alert than they appeared. Paddy pushed the elevator button marked 1, and the elevator began ascending. A … More Elijah–Chapter 2B
The long black limosine pulled up to the curb outside the east entrance and front steps of the U.S. Capital building. A young attractive woman dressed in a tightly fit business suit pushed the valet out of the way and opened the back door herself. Out stepped a young black man in a blue Brooks … More Elijah–Chapter 2A
The other stuff I have written so far this summer has always had at least a few readers, and I am thrilled about that. But the work that I have the greatest anticipation for, the novel “Elijah,” has had no takers. So far, I am the only one who has read through the prologue and … More What’s in a name?
The prison cell looked like no other in the world. It had a strange antiseptic look about it. The fluorescent lights remained on at all times, and shone brightly and cheerfully in the 10 by 12 foot cell. The cinder block walls were painted a flat white, reflecting the fluorescent light into the entire room. … More Elijah–Chapter 1B
