Wasteland Kings

Archive: April 2015

“Hit it, hit it” I feel heavy tension in my rod as I snap it up into the air. The fight begins as the fish starts pulling one way and the other with the intent of getting off my line. Again a smile spreads across my face as my entire world focuses down into just the battle in front of me. This is the third and final day of fishing on the Bighorn River in Montana. This day stands out…

‘Hit’ I snap my right arm up and bring the fly rod with it. My fishing guide called out ‘hit’ because I hooked a fish and a big smile spreads across my face as I begin the fight to get it in the boat. Torque, tension, and excitement define my entire world in this moment. I’ve been catch and release fishing in Fort Smith, Montana for a couple days and that’s where I’m posting from. I still have another day…

I’ve started working on a couple fiction projects and one thing has become clear; my writing skills need improvement. I still believe in my story ideas but I’m coming to realize I need solid writing skills to get my stories into people’s imaginations. I’ve already started the process and it feels like trying to swallow an ocean of information. For one, there’s a great deal to learn about writing; especially when it comes to fiction. Secondly, I have this absurd…

I was doing a Bible study the other day and ran across a question about how we should treat other people. As I started to write ‘love and respect others the same way that Jesus loves and respects me’, something struck me. I don’t believe that Jesus respects me. While I know that Jesus loves me, I don’t believe that love translates into respect. I assume that He sees me more like a parent sees a young child. That’s an incredible…

I was eating lunch with a friend the other day and talking about my writing. We discussed my book ideas and the order I wanted to tackle them. I explained my desire to write a book just about porn addiction and then write some fiction books. He stopped me before the end of my explanation to ask how I decided that order and how long I had wanted to write fiction. I told him a few people encouraged me towards the book…

I lay flat on my back staring up at the ceiling. My breath came a little ragged and my head felt light. The recently finished workout had torn me down completely and left me beyond exhausted. I enjoy these experiences of being torn down, worn out, and exhausted because I’ve learned that God is the ultimate rebuilder. The past few weeks brought me a few of these experiences and not just in the gym. I attended a writer’s conference a…

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