I squinted my eyes as the light shown in the basket. I started to panic, thinking my sister Naomi got out. Then I realized she was still next to me sleep. A figure stood above us. From where I was
In the previous blogs, I have discussed innocence and fear. They can inhibit your writing. The last potential inhibitor in this series is trust. This one is two-fold. I have heard some people say they would like to write, but
Antonio Camera was born in a little village in Nebraska. He spent the first six years of his life there with his mom, dad, and older sister. As a child, he displayed a character of bravery, curiosity and leadership. His
Fear. That old culprit who always attempts to set up residence in our lives in some way. Where does fear fit in writing? Have you ever been afraid for someone to read something you wrote fearing their criticism? What about holding back
So one day you said I want to become a writer. You wrote your first paper, poem or story then what did you do? I can tell you, it was one of three things. You ran excitedly finding someone to
It was lights, camera, and action. We were newly moved to Nashville. I was in the kitchen unpacking boxes. We were especially busy that day trying to get things in order. We had contractors installing flooring and a handy man
Right before reaching the edge of the woods that led to our home, the leader stopped and gestured for us to be quiet. A look of trouble seemed to come across everybody’s face even my father. I stood next to
It was early in the morning, the summer sun had not yet peeked over the tall mountain. I was excited that morning, my father was taking me hunting for the first time. I was 6 years old at the time.
Amelia was born and raised in the Bed & Breakfast. She was an only child to Cornelius and Clotiel. From a very young age Amelia felt like she was in training for something big. She seemed to be always learning