I recently finished reading Elizabeth Gaskell’s novel Wives and Daughters. It’s a wise and winsome story, and I look forward to reviewing it on the podcast in a few weeks.
Thought-provoking themes and characters abound in the novel, but today I just want to share a small, unobtrusive insight buried in the middle of the book.
There’s a place in Hebrews (quoting from the Psalms) that reads, “You, Lord, laid the foundation of the earth in the beginning, and the heavens are the work of your hands; they will perish, but you remain; they will all wear out like a garment, like a robe you will roll them up, like a garment they will be changed. But you are the same, and your years will have no end.” (Heb. 1:10-12)
Last year, I enjoyed writing my 22 Things I Learned as a 22-Year-Old post so much that I thought I’d do a similar post again this year. Who knows, maybe it’ll become a tradition. I’m a little late this time around (my birthday was a couple weeks ago), but better late than never!
I’m slow to return to the blog and social media after the holidays, but here I am, alive and well! I hope the season of Christmas and the turning of the new year was a time of rest, reflection, and inspiration for you. It certainly was for me.
Happy Thanksgiving, everyone! I hope you’re taking the day off to rest, enjoy good food, and spend time with family and friends. It’s a wonderful holiday that really does tend to get blotted out between Halloween and Christmas (not to mention Black Friday), and it deserves some attention!
Naming the characters in my stories is one of my favorite parts of writing. I sift through names trying to find The One, I have the character try on different options for size, and finally, a name fits. It’s their name.
Hm. How have I not posted since the 8th? This seems to be an October trend for me. Last year too I missed two blogposts in a row in October. Not sure what’s up with that—maybe a coincidence, or maybe in October I’m just braindead after writing a new Christmas play?
I watched Little Women (the old 1994 film) last weekend, for the first time in years. Going into it I had this vague impression that I’d seen it once or twice when I was much younger, but I couldn’t recall anything specific.
Writing a new play always hammers this truth back into my head: I have nothing to write.
I know—I’m a writer. I write things. It’s what I do. But the truth remains that I really have nothing to write.
A few lines robbed of their contexts, from my current play-in-progress:
“At least you don’t get thrown to sharks.”