Confessions of a Literary Mutation
All my adult life I’ve struggled to merge my serious, Bible study, church-lady, self with my inner geek. You see, since childhood, I’ve loved to read, study, and know God…
Confessions of a Book Gypsy
There’s something gloriously fascinating about touching down in a new place, tripping along the cobblestones of an unfamiliar street, and eyeing buttery croissants in the display case of a cute…
Confessions of an Artist Hiding From her own Heart
I am an artist, but I’ve only recently accepted it. Growing up in an uber-practical Midwestern family, as a rule, artistry was something to be respected and grateful for, but…
Confessions of the Sufferings of a Fear-Deficient Man
I originally titled this post, “Confessions of the Sufferings of a Fearless Man” with the intent the title would do what all good titles do well—grab your attention. It’s not,…
Confessions of a Writer, Mother, and Pastor’s Wife
Every time I share that I’m a writer, I have people look at me and ask how do I do it all? How do I balance raising four kids, being…
Confessions of a Collaborative, Role-Playing Writer
Hello. My name is Janeen Ippolito, and I am a collaborative writing addict. I blame it on the extroversion. For me, writing has always been about connecting with others. My…
Confessions of an Overly Extroverted Writer in an Introverted World
Hi. I’m Amy, and I’m an over-the-top extrovert. (This is where the support group says, “Hi, Amy!”) I love people. I love talking. I love being right up in the…
Confessions of a Rejected Author
We are told that if we pray hard enough … long enough … that you will get what your heart desires. Added to that is the phrase “if it is…
Confessions of a Publisher/Editor/Author
Thank you for having me on your blog today, Ralene! Let’s see … the good, the bad, and the ugly. Hmmm ... The Good: As a publisher, I am constantly…
A Season to Shine Beyond
As my friend and I began to redesign my website to reflect more of my fiction writing than my editing (although I still do both), I found myself reflecting on…