The job that takes the longest . . .

Posted on November 5, 2015 by A.M. Simpson under Inspiration

“It is the job that is never started that takes longest to finish.” J.R.R.Tolkien.

If something isn’t working what do you do?

Posted on October 21, 2015 by A.M. Simpson under Writing

Personally I would emphasise the word ‘sometimes.’ 🙂

“If something isn’t working, if you have a story that you’ve built and it’s blocked and you can’t figure it out, take your favourite scene, or your very best idea or set-piece, and cut it, it’s brutal, but sometimes inevitable.” Joss Whedon.

Be Ruthless

Posted on October 14, 2015 by A.M. Simpson under Writing

“Be ruthless about protecting writing days, ie do not cave in to endless requests to have ‘essential’ and ‘long overdue’ meetings on those days.” J.K. Rowling.

Books will never disappear . . .

Posted on October 12, 2015 by A.M. Simpson under motivation

I believe books will never disappear. It is impossible for it to happen. Of all man’s diverse tools, undoubtedly the most astounding are his books … If books were to disappear, history would disappear. So would man.

Jorge Luis Borges

If my doctor told me I had only six minute to live . . .

Posted on October 7, 2015 by A.M. Simpson under motivation

If my doctor told me I had only six minutes to live. I wouldn’t brood. I’d type a little faster.

Isaac Asimov.

The Visitor

Posted on October 5, 2015 by A.M. Simpson under Fiction

Even reading stories like this and thinking of Him would make Him smile. 🙂

Sue's Pen 2 Paper Blog

By John Grant-

Ruth looked at the envelope again. There was no stamp, no postmark, only her name and address. She read the letter one more time…

Dear Ruth,

I’m going to be in your neighborhood Saturday afternoon and I’d like to stop by for a visit.

Love always, Jesus.

Her hands were shaking as she placed the letter on the table. “Why would the Lord want to visit me? I’m nobody special. I don’t have anything to offer.” With that thought, Ruth remembered her empty kitchen cabinets. “Oh my goodness, I really don’t have anything to offer. I’ll have to run to the store and buy something for dinner.” She reached for her purse and counted out its contents. Five dollars and forty cents. “Well, I can get some bread and cold cuts, at least.” She threw on her coat and hurried out the door.

A loaf of French…

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Each writier is born with . . .

Posted on September 30, 2015 by A.M. Simpson under Fiction

Each writer is born with a repertory company in his head. Shakespeare has perhaps 20 players. . . . I have 10 or so, and that’s a lot. As you get older, you become more skillful at casting them.

Gore Vidal.