I write short stories. I write every day.
What I write, I write. I'll always do it in some form.
The thing I want to write most is the next thing I write.
I used to write stories and poetry, but for some reason I have it in my head that if I'm going to write, I have to write a script.
Reviewing music or reviewing anything is a writing job. It's nice if you are experienced in the field you are writing about, but writing is what you are doing.
Remember if you write, write, write, you can never be wrong."---Stephanie Skeem Author of Flotsam
Once the subject matter of rock n' roll changed from cars and pop love songs to songs about really true love and the blues and death and mortality, this light bulb went off in my head and I went, 'Oh, that's what they're doing. That's kind of - that'...
Oh no," I said, because if our life is just one endless song about hope and regret, then "oh no" is apparently that song's chorus, the words we always return to.
There are songs that make you cry, right?" "Sure," I say. "When you're dead, everything in the world is like a song that makes you cry.
Just because I am queer doesn't mean I am queer for you
She wants you to be a god," I told him. "I know." His face twisted with embarrassment, and in spite of itself my heart lightened. It was such a boyish response. And so human. Parents, everywhere.
Anyone can be brave for five minutes or an hour or two. The bravery no one talks about is the hardest bravery of all. When you get up in the morning even though you'd rather be dead, that's brave.
Hundreds of young barefoot, long-haired, newly converted believers flocked to the church, and they brought their guitars with them.
He used to say that he never felt the hardness of the human struggle or the sadness of history as he felt it among those ruins. He used to say, too, that it made one feel an obligation to do one's best.
So quit looking for 'the one'. You have a better chance of finding an Oompa Loompa riding a unicorn, fighting Bigfoot.
Jesus emerges not as the cultural captive of any one group of people, but as the promise of salvation to all believers and as the foundation of liberation in this life.
The First Anchor in the moment of darkness The First hand in the path of love and brightness The Hand that held you strong to overcome fears The Hand that wiped away all your painful tears
Christmas Eve was a night of song that wrapped itself about you like a shawl. But it warmed more than your body. It warmed your heart...filled it, too, with melody that would last forever.
I am no longer in love with her, that's certain, but maybe I love her. Love is so short, forgetting is so long.
There is nothing better - nothing - than knowing that the risen Christ lives right now in heaven, singing over his people - singing over me - with love.
Music can make you feel things that aren’t yours—sadness, or love, or joy. A good song has a magic to it. It pulls you in and the feelings in the music take over and you become the music, you become the song.
