It's been a while since I last "embarked on some creative pas de deux" (borrowed that phrase from Julia Cameron). I feel excited to be here, finding words and thoughts that are my own. I've been working on a biography, hoping to finish it sooner so I could start writing the other one in queue.... Continue Reading →
I have no words to describe how packed my schedule has been in the past few weeks. I am beginning to ask why I am making myself work this hard when there's always a choice to give up. I do not give up, though. Not as long as I find something in it that's worth... Continue Reading →
I turned thirty-two this month, and I've noticed that the way I look at things has changed. At this age, I feel the weight of my own life (and others’) on my shoulders because I can already carry them. Sometimes, the responsibilities could get overwhelming, but instead of wishing they'd be lifted off me, I... Continue Reading →
I sit at my writing desk now, pondering generosity in writing. Recently, my time's been tight with work, and I noticed that my head's becoming difficult to set right for writing. I struggle. Specifically, it takes me innumerable deep breaths, several walks to the water dispenser, and looking nowhere and around before I can dive... Continue Reading →
"Now comes the big question: What are you going to write about? And the equally big answer: Anything you damn well want. Anything at all...as long as you tell the truth." - Stephen King, On Writing I've not been writing as much lately. I want to. No, I desire it. But each time I try,... Continue Reading →
Lord, help me to not forget You. I want to remember You in everything that I do, like I used to. Somehow, I feel that I've lost focus on You and made myself busy searching for my place, figuring things out, and just...living. I have run, walked, and looked around and got a headache doing... Continue Reading →
What if heaven is just a hole-in-the-ceiling away? When I was little, I had a strange dream. In that dream, I woke up and it was midnight. I stepped down the bed, but I don't remember wearing my slippers. So I opened our bedroom's door, and found all lights off as they should be. The... Continue Reading →
Elaine Marie Factor 