He couldn’t quite find the words to describe the feeling. His head, but more specifically, his face (or what he sensed to be his face) was tingling. He wasn’t drunk – he knew what that was like, and he wasn’t a fan – but he wasn’t precisely sober, either. He was somewhere on the uptick […]Read more "Eyeing the bottle"
The Pearl of Great Price, Mormon Scripture, has a written account of theophany in which Moses (which Moses? I’m not certain) sees God (which God? I don’t know. Eru-Jesus? The Father-Manwe?). There is a moment where the vision ends or takes an intermission, where Moses is left to himself, as the glory of God had […]Read more "Certainty"
Today, an idea entered my mind, “write for thirty-minutes, every-day, for only thirty minutes.” Naturally, what followed was the question regarding editing. “Do I allow myself time to edit?” No. This is about writing, not editing. It is not about moving a sentence here, replacing a word there, etc.. No, this exercise will be more […]Read more "Thirty minutes"