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I need a place to work with my writing ideas -- a place to pound out stories or muse about books. More important, I need a place to meet with readers even if all is not polished.

 So, this blog is mostly about writing practice. I'd like to share some stories, most of them works in progress. I'm not generally a believer in electronic reading, and I don't read deeply online. Yet, I know many people do, and some are not as distracted as I am when online.

 I'll continue to write on paper, too. I generally like what I write on paper more than what I compose with any sort of word processor. That means I'm not going to try and post every day -- or even every week -- and I don't plan on posting everything I'm working on.

 Recently I've also wanted a place to reflect on what I've read. So from time to time I'll post some thoughts related to books or stories. I will mostly avoid full reviews, and instead lean toward writing on various ideas that connect from different material. The Bible will certainly be part of posts of this nature.

 I've decided that this site should be plain, and though it won't contain actual pages in a book, I want to get as close as possible. This is because I want to write the kind of thing that will invite the reader to escape -- even escape the Web (these days maybe especially the Web). My long term goal is to publish paper books, but working online will be good practice.

 Leave comments if you're so inclined. Thoughtful criticism given with good intentions is welcome.

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