A Moral View of Video Games

Video Games were very readily accepted and appreciated growing up in the Hatcher household. My dad, my brother and I all played for hours at a time, and as I grew older, this didn't change. We played MORE as I entered high school, taking summers as an excuse to blow of sleep and life just…

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The Journey

Every road is made of tarAnd I always thought That made death inevitableBut I'll never sink If I don't moveI'll never sinkIf I just waitI've turned every directionLooking for a signBut If I look upI may see God's faceThen just maybeHe'll carry me away As Christians I think we forget the central themes of our…

A Lesson From Bojack Horseman

I didn't go to church on Easter Sunday. And I'm not saying that's okay. Sure, I had a prayer session with my wife in my home that was very powerful, but thirty minutes later it as over and I went on with my day. Yet even if I had gone to church, that wouldn't have…

On Authorial Limits

I posted a simple question on Twitter today. The response was fairly visceral. I asked, "Do stories need antagonists/conflicts to still be a story?" I got a lot of responses, and they all seemed to vehemently say "OBVIOUSLY!" like I was a fool to ask. But that's what disturbs me. Somewhere along the way, authors…

Arrogance, Acknowledgement, and Activity

TollInterweavingnever leavingPieces haste to fitRevelationin sensationbrand new place to sitpedal backslow retractthe ogre takes his breadannihilationswift placation something ends up deadWho I amWho I wasWho I'm meant to bedrowning voicesmoments choicesI walk toward one of three It's been an interesting week. Marketing for my book has hit me like a two-by-four and my Twitter account…

Your Daily Dose of Self Promotion!

As some or perhaps all of you may know, I am an author, and rather than spew self promotion daily from my blog, I thought I'd give one comprehensive post about my upcoming book and leave it at that. If you're not interested in the details, feel free to scroll to the bottom and grab…

Repentance and Rejoicing

CalypsoGreat seaweed eyes so tenebrousIncensed by roiling waters muskFearsome and strong yet amorousA call comes cross the waves at duskCalypso, Calypso, how I tremble at the nameA daring crest bereft of restTo unearth elusive courtsStained and torn for coming testsMy ship casts off from bustling portCalypso, I'm searching though you've never tried to hideThe hunt…

Quiet yourself, and Adore

Loneliness the Weapon Bleak and Stark the, the empty landsPoignant dark and dirty handsAbandoned, left, somehow forgotWonder if you're love will somehow rotLay flat on dead and ashen soilSink deep in sands of mortal's toilBe a presenceBe a hopeBe a placeWhere things can growWatch wandering shadows weary treadObserve their thinly hidden dreadThey grasp the air…

Educating the New Public

It is the both the best and worst time to be a writer. Let's start with the worst. Why not? Like never before, every man, woman, child, toddler, animal, and plant has realized how easy it is to self publish. This has led to an explosion of TERRIBLE writers who have absolutely no idea what…