Verbal Post 2

Gosh, I sound so nerdy... XD

Anyway. On Michael Card, the closeness of God and the unspeakable aching.


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  1. AnonymousWednesday, December 12, 2012 9:58:00 pm

    Praying God will reveal to you what is to heal the ache and what those mysterious words and music are.

    As to writing...I've had similar (in a lesser way) frustration, where I want to write, I sit down to write and then the words won't come or they come so slowly I give up. I have so many ideas in my head and longings to write something meaningful, but it doesn't want to flow. For me, what's finally helped is realizing I'm not going to write the perfect book on the rough draft. I told myself "No one is going to see this, just write it". And that has helped SO much. Because otherwise I get caught up in "What will people think?" "Too many adverbs!" or "This is horrible dialogue!" and I have to start at square one and tell the bare bones story. And Lord willing, the clearer plot, the snappy dialogue, the details, and the deeper meaning will all come in time.

    Long explanation. :P Don't know if that helped or not...
    <3 Pip

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  2. AnonymousFriday, December 14, 2012 6:56:00 am

    Queen Jane!! You have a blog!!! <3
    If there is supposed to be a video, I don't see anything, it's not loading :(

    J

    :)

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