When I was much younger I distinctly remember not liking "first person POV" in novels. When I started my first novel, it never occurred to me to use "first person". When I approached my seventh novel (Breath of Life), there was simply no other way to write it – the story featured a particular…

  Some became fools through their rebellious ways     and suffered the consequences of their iniquities.   Psalm 107:17 (NIV)

                         Five things I'm not fond of . . .  Spring showers that turn into days of deluges Roundabouts (Prefer 4-way stops. We are in the USA after all.) Certain brands or styles of vehicles (which shall remain nameless – except ALL electric/"smart" cars:…

  CHAPTER TWO Matthew Preston pushed his handsome 6 ft. frame out of the chair and stood, looking down at the woman he loved—more like a girl in a lot of ways. Truthfully, he was relieved to see her choked up. He’d half expected her to congratulate him with an enthusiastic smile and wish him…

  How about a little springtime in Italy? Lovely, isn't it?   Father, you have insured we'd still have remnants of beauty in this sin-stained, fallen world. Thank you for it all. In the Name of Jesus, Amen.

  Loved Third Day and this is seriously one of their best. Fantastic song, fantastic band.    Thank you, Jesus, for those who love and honor you with their giftings. Bless them with and in your abundance. In the Name of Jesus, Amen.

    Well, it's Monday. I feel like I should post a review, but I've read three novels recently that were okay but not outstanding, and for that reason I can't muster the effort to give them a review. They were not "bad", the stories were decent, I liked some of the characters, but I…

  Blessed is the man    who makes the Lord his trust, who does not look to the proud,   to those who turn aside to false gods.   Psalm 40:4 (NIV)

    Five places I love to go . . .  Ocean Shores in the off season. Northern Idaho in the summer. Various places in eastern Washington in the spring and summer. Driving through various parts of the small town where I live (Enumclaw. Wa.). To a good movie.    Father, there is so much…

    (The end of Chapter One from the WIP . . . in a love song)      “Will you look at that?” The words were delivered in slow motion as the vintage jukebox belted out the old Rolling Stones tune “Honky Tonk Woman”. The stoutly built and curly blonde-headed guy named Keith who…