Kickstarter: Supporting Writers in Supporting Us

Recently, I came across the Kickstarter Project involving Christian speculative fiction authors Steve Rsaza, Jill Williamson and Marc Schooley. Essentially, it’s a fundraising program involving the three of them as individual writers. And importantly, it involves some giveaway stuff too. Keep reading…

Survival Challenges

But why and wherefore? Well, since attending ACFW 2010, I noticed a few things:

  • First, the cost of accessing expert professional development.
  • Second, how crucial it is to be a link in that chain of knowledge and experience by making opportunities to absorb it and then passing it on to others.
  • And third, how much time and energy is given away even by the contracted speakers and teachers involved in an event.

For instance, I know Jill saved all year to attend ACFW, she taught on storyworld, and she also passes her knowledge on to others in her critique circle and her NovelTeen work.

So I asked the writers to share their hopes for the program. Now, we’ve left poor old Quixote off on KP duty, because he handles the Where The Map Ends newsletter (see email form here in right sidebar), a key resource for Christian speculative writers and fans. Bless his heart, and pass him another barrel of potatoes to peel…

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Night Windows

Press play.

It’s a bit of poetry by a Winnipeg band, and it drags the past out of every untidy nook and cranny where I’ve kept it tucked away for rainy days.

Of which we have had enough this year, those rainy days. So it’s easy to cry at a song about dark roads under power lines that interfere with the CBC news, and the glitter of thinly veiled windows. I suspect that anyone who’s from Winnipeg can see that song, not just hear it.

There are people gone from my life who formed it. I doubt that’s any profound statement; it’s true of us all, except maybe the youngest among us.

The thing is, this is a song about my own past.

I see you suddenly alive and nearly smiling.
I stop and hold my breath and watch the way we used to be.

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Postcards from Indianapolis

This was the view out our hotel window. Being an expensive sort of outlet, the Hyatt has taken pains to ensure a view from all sides of Indy’s really quite lovely downtown. Dave and I walked around some, although my feet were too sore by the last day to really do much of that. (Wish this pulled arch would fix itself already.) We walked to the Chocolate Cafe near the war memorial in Monument Circle, a place we also visited with new friends Linda and Bill Yezak. Linda’s an editor at Port Yonder Press.

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