What I learned when I cut 18,000 words

Some of you may have noticed that I finally got up the nerve to upload my email list to Substack yesterday.

A new essay is now live there.

It grew out of a quiet morning—blueberries, irises, and the strange way endings sometimes turn and turn again until they turn into something else entirely.

If you’d like to read it—and especially if you’re a writer I don’t yet have an email for—you can find it here:

[Link to story]

I’m grateful for those of you who still follow along here, even as the writing continues to find its home in new places. I’m still settling in, but it’s been made lighter by discovering some of you already there in the neighborhood. Thank you for the quiet house-warming gifts. 🤍

I thought I was revising a novel.
It turns out God was revising me.