In my artist’s mind, inspiration can come from literally anywhere. From dreams, to the swirl in my coffee, to a random conversation. If you catch me staring into space, chances are it’s because something just inspired a plot twist or new artwork. But my favorite inspirations always come when I’m reading scripture. This time was […]
Let me start by saying this blog post will be a little different. It’s meatier than my usual inspirational messages. It’s a challenge. A thesis if you will. A call to action. And an algorithm of our souls. It stems from the language of a faith-filled artist. And I hope my words make sense as I relay the pictures in my mind.
Art. It’s in us, coursing through our veins and capillaries. It surrounds us in the very air we breathe, the words we say, and through our fingertips as we type. Our eyes suck it in without us even knowing it. So, why is the world trying to squeeze all art from existence?
“How are you fairing during these trying times?” seems to have replaced the usual “How are you?”
With this in mind, I’m going to be vulnerable with ya’ll right now.
We live in a divided country. A divided world. And often times, divided families. I wonder what would happen if we realize our differences can bring us closer?
In writing a story there’s an event called the “muddy middle.” Otherwise know as the murky middle, the sagging middle, and the nebulous place. It’s not a fun place to be in, but it’s necessary in getting to the finish line.
It’s amazing how lightening fast fear can creep under our skin. Nowhere is safe. Nowhere is without risk. But when did fear stop the human race from living?
We live in an era of uncertainty. And I hate not knowing. I say I love surprises, but in reality I’m too much of a control freak to enjoy a surprise properly.
When I chose to be a writer, I didn’t realize the hold it would have over me. With such a jumbled mess of phrases floating around in my brain, it’s sometimes difficult to choose which words are the most important to say or write.
When I was 20, I went to Culinary school in NYC. I loved it. The city was big, bustling, daunting, yet beautiful. I was on my own for the first time in my life, free to make my own choices, and free to succeed or fail. I’d made it through the entire program with flying […]
I’m sitting here nestled on the couch, surrounded by boxes, finishing a hot bowl of my grandmother’s Japanese soup, and trying to find the words to relay the last couple weeks of my life. The only descriptions I can come up with are “blessed” and “forever changed.” …
I’ve come to a revelation this month. It’s not a brand new idea for my mind. In fact, if you’re a friend of mine you’ve probably heard me say this before: I’m weird. i.e. unnatural, odd, bizarrre, freaky, unearthly, and not normal. I’m not a shy person – goodness, no! – so I’m not afraid […]
Stories are my life. Not a day goes by where I’m not considering a new book, revising a plot, digging deeper into a character’s backstory, imagining a distant world, or creating something totally different. My usual creations are novels, plays, or poetry. It’s been years since I dabbled in the art of short stories. I […]
For months I have poured myself into one goal: creating an original play. Weeks of writing, painting backdrops, creating props, casting, hours and hours of practices, running lines, rewriting lines, working with talented young actors, trying to find working microphones, figuring out sound and lighting, creating playbills, flyers, and tickets, scheduling issues, etc. It’s all […]
The stage has followed me since the age of seven. I was selected to star in a Christmas church play, in a production called “It’s the Truth Ruth” as the character of Ruth. I can still sing my catchy solo in my head when I hear that title. Those were the days; when people didn’t […]