You know that churning unease inside of you that just upsets everything around you? That feeling you get when all is not well, or, in my case this week, when you have so much to think about and so much to do that you are avoiding it but you also feel guilty about avoiding it,… Continue reading Fighting the Forest
Category: Musings
When all hope is gone
I exited the window onto the fire escape only to lunge backwards as a giant mouthful of teeth came at me. I pressed as far away as the railing would let me, too terrified to even scream, let alone cry. The bear's nose and mouth were wrinkled together in a ghastly snarl, accentuating the glistening… Continue reading When all hope is gone
Mind-Stretching
I fairly recently finished reading the book Ordering Your Private World by Gordon MacDonald. I feel like I've talked about various parts of it enough, I might have even posted about it here already. But then again, I've been so awful lately about posting, it's entirely possible and even probable that I haven't mentioned it.… Continue reading Mind-Stretching
Hope and Storytelling
When I exited the house that night, I slipped into my car, and unfolded the check I had been handed for a night of babysitting. And then I leaned my head against the steering wheel, and I wept. Making it in college is rarely easy. I had moved across the country, to a state where… Continue reading Hope and Storytelling
Sawdust and Souls
What do you smell when you pass a construction site? Specifically, one where they are right in the middle of building a new house? You can see straight to the insides of the house. You can see the beams that form a structure for that room that will one day be filled with memories. And… Continue reading Sawdust and Souls
Drawing Water and Mourning Doves
Before our neighbors put a well in, one of our main sources of water when we lived in the woods was the stream that flowed across our driveway. We didn’t know there was a stream across the driveway when we put it in, but as soon as rain hit, it ran as heavily as if… Continue reading Drawing Water and Mourning Doves
A Writer’s Identity
Writing full-time makes you think. A lot. And not just about whether you are worthy, whether you are making the right decision, or whether you are a failure--it makes you think about what you should be doing versus what you are doing. Accordingly, I've been thinking a lot, especially the last couple days. If any… Continue reading A Writer’s Identity
Looking up
I've been having a hard week. I know that it is only Wednesday, but I still have been. To tell the absolute truth, I've been utterly crippled with fear. You know that fear that you would expect someone to have when they have just quit their very well-paying job because it is so stressful that… Continue reading Looking up
Writer Fears
I've realized posts like yesterday's probably belong more in The Writers of Ingleside, since it is more about daily life than writing - though you all know I like to talk about my life here too. But I'm going to try to keep this month's posts a little more focused on my feelings as I… Continue reading Writer Fears
That Leap of Faith
This has been one of the longest years of my life. And yes, I know it is only March 24th. Here's the thing. As I think I've mentioned before, I am less than happy at my job. And by less than happy, I mean checking my phone every few minutes on Sundays to see how… Continue reading That Leap of Faith
Forest Idylls 