“Most writers don’t make a living at writing.” I’ve heard that many times. It’s meant to be discouraging and, yes, it is. As a young writer, one sees the writers who are obviously making a living at it and it’s natural to think to oneself, “I want to do that.”

The reality is that the old cliche is true and most of us who aspire to be writers won’t be living in Breckenridge anytime soon. Colorado, anyway. I might could live in Breckenridge, TX … no, I’m not making enough money off writing to live there, either.

2.21.10 – Abram and Sarai and Hagar and Ishmael

We’ve been singing and thinking this morning about Thanks. Thanking God. Everything we have comes from God, right? That’s easily acknowledged …

But it’s not always easily lived. With our mouth we give thanks and credit to God, but then we live our lives as if we are in charge.

Genesis 16

This is one of those passages that I—in my infinite wisdom (ha!)—kinda wish weren’t in the Bible. Not only is it hard to preach through, it reminds me that even the greatest heroes of the faith have feet of clay sometimes.

According to my calendar, this past Monday we celebrated “Presidents’ Day”. I’m pretty sure the calendar was right because I didn’t get any mail that day and the bank was closed. Still, “Presidents’” day?

As the author of several phenomenally unsuccessful novels which sell almost 20 copies a month on Amazon, I feel qualified to write on the following subject if for no other reason than that I have a computer with an operating keyboard (unless you count the F5 key, but what’s that for, anyway?):