To all my beautiful people:
It’s been a long time since I’ve done an interview with an author, but considering that I’m going to be starting a series on publishing soon, I thought this might be enjoyable for all of you. That said, the person
That said, the person I’m interviewing today is one Liz Kay. She graduated from the MFA Writing program that I now attend and is a very accomplished author with several books published, as well as poems, chapbooks, and collections of poems. Overall, a very talented lady. She also is an editor and co-founder of burntdistrict, a literary journal that I highly recommend reading.
You can learn more about her here on her website, and visit burntdistrict to see copies of it here. You can purchase her book at this link on Amazon, as well as early copies of burntdistrict.
With all of that stated, let’s get on with the show!
To all my beautiful people,
I’ve been sitting here for quite a while now just tapping away at the keys on my keyboard and staring at them. It’s been quite a while since I’ve had to wonder what to write on my blog. Generally, I’m having to pick between ideas and try to combine and organize them. Generally, I have something on my heart that I want to write about. But today is not that day.
Today, while I have something to share, I also have a question for you, my readers. A question I want you to think on, yes. But a question that I want to see answered because I don’t think there’s a more important question on this earth.
To all my beautiful people:
I’m doing it again. Writing without really stopping to think before I write. So if this doesn’t make a lot of sense, someone come and shoot me.
For a brief update on life, I am newly settled in Iowa. Yay. I am back to school with 15 credit hours in my MFA. Also yay. I am working three part-time jobs. This will possibly be the death of me. I’m also writing articles for several different online journals and magazines. Which is a little more fun. Also trying to tuck some time in there for writing and family and life. Less fun. Therefore, if I don’t blog for over a month, you know that I’m in rehab for being a sadistic sociopathic work-a-holic lunatic.
(Ah Grammarly, the beautiful thing which tells me that “work-a-holic” isn’t a word. Go figure.)
Enough said there.
Anyway, I’m breaking my promise. I know my dragon babies were super cute, and I promise I’ll go back to them eventually. But I sat down to blog today and just had something on my mind and heart that I wanted to share with you.
I’ve been talking to some young and beginning writers who are Christians. Many of them doubt their work and struggle to understand what it means to join their faith with their craft. I want to address this in the article below. Not what does it mean to be a Christian writer, but what does it mean to be a writer who is a Christian.