One of the most difficult challenges we face as writers, speakers, and human beings is to say what we mean, to convey our message clearly and without any confusion or misrepresentation.
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Raised on the Oklahoma plains in a storytelling family, Melinda now spins tales from her writer's cave in the coastal South. Her faith-filled fiction illustrates our human story, wrestling with our brokenness and the storms that wreak havoc in our lives.
The Great War brought the horrors of an entire world at war and a global pandemic that killed more young adults than the war that spread it. The Shadows Come details the impact of this crisis on one small tight-knit …
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If the Lord has gifted you and called you to write, persevere. Don’t give up! He has called you to a vocation that involves much time in the wilderness.
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Let’s publish The Shadows Come, a story of love and loss during The Great War! Read today’s sneak peek. Come be a part of the project!
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The sequel to No Longer Alone is ready for the work of professional editing, design, and publication! The campaign has been extended until production begins! Let’s look at the story! Take a peek at farm life in 1918. America prepares …
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In this novel, America enters The Great War. Come take a sneak peek at the local parade on draft registration day for the citizens of Wakita.
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Our life begins with a countdown. We don’t know how long, but one day we will die. Each day our body changes as it moves us unrelentlessly toward that day of reckoning, first growth and the upward climb and then …
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Sometimes, the Lord allows harm to touch us. There’s often a messy story behind this. That was the case with David. His family unravelled after he took Bathsheba and murdered her husband Uriah the Hittite. Even though David repented of …
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Many of us envisioned idyllic times of writing in quiet rooms with little interruption. We would work as long as the inspiration gripped us, pounding out words and emotions onto our laptops. We imagined Jane Austen or Louisa May Alcott …
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The older I become, the more familiar I am with ashes, mourning, and a faint spirit. I’m vividly aware of the constraints caused by my past decisions, my chronic illness, and my aging body. I’m more cognizant of how little …
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