I am teaching a class called Drama Writing this fall, and once again it will be a first for me. I will be teaching both stage writing and screenwriting in that class. Today I had the opportunity to read through the introduction of my textbook for stage writing. The author tells of a rejection slip … More Compelling Evidence
Maybe the title is a little bit misleading. Maybe not. I am one of those people who love–absolutely love–the creative process of writing. I enjoy the ability to create characters and even worlds that did not exist before I created them. I love spending time with these characters during the writing process. And I am … More Bad Medicine
(This is a free-verse poem I discovered today, written by me not long after my mother died.) WHAT REMAINS A wooden nailbox, obviously handmade stands ready to work On the floor of my garage beside the workbench. It still displays black electrician’s tape To reinforce cracked wood and shelter hands From slivers of … More What Remains
Almost 30 years ago, I had the idea for my first book. It was a how-to book for Seventh-day Adventists entitled “Fifty-two Things to Do on Sabbath.” I was just short of 30 years old, and very unsure of myself as a writer. I sent out a letter to three publishing houses outlining my idea, … More Five of Seventy-two
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?
What is love? Poets, philosophers, painters and pundits have tried for countless generations to help us understand the human condition, the crux of which in most people’s lives is centered on the concept of love. We are born to love our mother. We learn to love our father, and our siblings. In a perfect world, … More “This twisted thing called love”