Life is full of storms. All kinds. There are usually a few that stand out in our minds over the years of life. Be they actual weather, emotional, or spiritual storms, we recognize we don't escape planet earth without experiencing our share of them.
I find it peculiar when writers are advised to never start a story with a weather scene or opening line. But then I find most of the writing instructions odd for the simple reason that making blanket statements about creativity defeats the entire purpose of prose. It's like telling a writer no matter what you say in a particular circumstance, it'll be cliché. Overdone. There's simply no way you can write it with originality. Baloney – or bologna, if you prefer.
Weathering the inherent nature of storms requires stamina, strength, and perseverance. Sometimes there's no satisfying outcome other than survival.
How do you weather those times when writing drags you through the emotional storms and leaves you without substance? You've survived the storm only to sit in the quiet and contemplate the emptiness surrounding you. Words have disappeared, sentences are displaced, ideas sluggish. Is it just another storm to weather, or is it over? Has writing left you behind in the rubble with no rescue?
Father, you know where I am at all times. Desperate for you always. In the Name of Jesus, Amen.
Into the Fire 
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