Writing with Vision: Visual Imagery Brings Your Words to Life

by Lane | Writing

I walk up to the receptionist’s window. Bright cartoon stickers greet the eye everywhere I glance. I observe that I’m the only adult strabismus patient in the room. The journey to this waiting room, where there are more well-loved toys than dog-eared magazines, and...

Step into Your Calling as a Writer

by Lane | Writing

What a Book Coach & Editor and Spiritual Director learned about Resistance and how that might help your calling as a Writer   “Be who God meant you to be and you will set the world on fire.” – St. Catherine of Siena   The Gift of Words and the Call...

Behold Playfulness: Find Joy in Your Creative Writer’s Heart

by Lane | Spiritual Disciplines, Writing

Play involves risk. Creativity embraces gambles. When we engage in the work of writing, we sometimes forget the fun of it, the way it can be a bit of recreation.   The Surprising Joy of Constraint After my husband’s recent birthday supper celebration, our...

The Editor’s Joy: Caring for Writers and Their Words

by Lane | Writing

I spent three days in May attending an online Editors Conference. Workshops and keynote speakers fascinated and educated freelance editors. I pondered editorial possibilities for the writers I serve. As an editor, I care about words and the writers who write them. I...

Behold Hope: A Writer’s Journey to Joy

by Lane | Writing

“This is just what I was hoping for!” It’s my favorite refrain from writers who I enjoy working with as a book coach, writing coach, and editor.  This deep desire to see their words come into being may date back decades or may be a fresh endeavor. Either way, joy...

Snapshots of Holy Week: Behold Grief. Behold Hope.

by Lane | Easter, Lent, Spiritual Practices, Stations of the Cross, Writing

In decades past, upon arriving home from my travels, I rushed to the photo-finishing shop, in a hurry to drop off undeveloped film, eager to see the snapshots of memories made. A few days later, I pushed the glass door open again as the cling-clang of the bell...