Still Moving!

I’m finally back after quite a long hiatus due to our drastic down-size move from one Western Chicago suburb to another, finalized 24 Aug 2012! There are many residual tasks still to complete, but writing is now clearly on the weekly schedule again!


No Matter How I May Starve or Kill It…

Creativity never dies of its own accord. If it is squelched, pushed away, suffocated even, it will find a way to resurrect. It is like God. He creates and He makes us makers too.

That spark in us that dreams, doodles, plays, crafts, designs, sings, dances, paints, constructs, arranges–loves–it’s essence is expressive creativity, energy, life.

That is undeniably from God and often is God.

It is us too. We are in what we express. We see God in His Creation. (Which includes us and all we have to give out again.)

It has all first been a gift from the ultimate Artist of all time. We are His poema, His craftsmanship, His beloved ones.

Live. Love. Create!

by Lois Freeman Easley

11 July 2012

West Chicago, Illinois USA

On Creative Writing…as a Christian

Besides those tried-and-sometimes-true standards we writer-types have always been taught,* when I approach the whole topic of creative writing from a biblical world view, I have another list:

Let your yes be yes, your no, no. (sincerity, truthfulness, clarity).
Focus on those things which are excellent, virtuous, praiseworthy.

Even though originality can draw in, be winsome, refreshing, needed,
the old,old story is still The Story.

I.e., Sacred Romance is echoed in our romances,
Cosmic Conflict in our smaller wars (and stories about them),
Divine Poema–His Workmanship–is the ultimate poem.

To say it concretely, we put words together because He put us together, we love because He loved us first, we have life because He won against death.


*Show, don’t tell;
put your heart into it (but avoid sentimentality!);
go for the juglar–blood and guts, conflict, war, birth, death, tragedy, humor, gusto in all its forms;
the cardinal sin is to be dull;
use concrete sensory imagery, i.e., avoid abstraction;
a story has a beginning, middle and end,
and, always, "delete unnecessary words," a la Strunk & White’s Elements of Style.

After the 4th

Back to the Work-a-day World after a hugely social weekend is quite an adjustment for this empty-nester-turned full-house-again-for-summer mother of adults!

But I’m actually glad for some sense of normalcy after all the hoopla over the weekend. (Our "hoopla" is really pretty mundane, but it’s a lot different than Tuesday-morning-back-to-work!)

Much to reflect on, though, as my youngest has a serious steady (remember that word?) for the first time in his 19-year-old life. Serious as in now coming to family gatherings on a regular basis. My older son is explaining DNA molecules to me at the breakfast table–before my first cup of coffee! In fairness, I’m trying to explain "the abundant life" to him about the same time!

But I’m really glad to be re-learning about it (abundant life) myself.

If this is like DNA molecules to you, check out John 10:10 in the New Testament. If you are interested in discussing it further, I’m game! Comments, questions, interaction is most welcome!

Happy Tuesday!

Family Reunions

Today we make the annual pilgrimage to my hometown and relatives. I’m glad we can afford to go, all of our immediate family even. Since the nest emptied out last fall (a first for us 50-something parents), we’ve been enjoying a couple weeks all back together already this summer.

Now we get to really be back together–in a Motel 6 room for 9 nights!! But we’ll not be there much–the family is all over that city and we’ll be with my 87-year-old mom a lot too. I’m struck by how the Lord provided a free house-sitter for us just at the last minute almost and without a lot of effort on my part!! There’s a mysterious connectedness in the Body of Christ and He’s okay with pulling us together from unexpected places at unexpected times–all for His great purposes. I’m glad, for example, that He chose to give a special break to myself and a friend (who’s about to move out-of-state to go to seminary) yesterday morning. We just sat and talked and enjoyed some tea together. It was a gift.

“Out-of-state friends” is getting to be a norm for me. This is the third one moving away in about a year! I need to call one who called me yesterday–also the one I talked with Wednesday early. Again, this connectedness is deeper than many because of our common rootedness in Christ. Proximity and mutual need, common interests, walking partners–all combine, but the biggest bond is knowing we’re eternally connected in the Lord of Glory.