My heart is stirred by a noble theme as I recite my verses for the King; my tongue is the pen of a skillful writer. - Psalm 45:1 King James Version
And let the beauty of the Lord our God be upon us, And establish the work of our hands for us; Yes, establish the work of our hands. - Psalm 90:17
And I have filled him with the spirit of God, in wisdom, and in understanding, and in knowledge, and in all manner of workmanship, To devise cunning works, … to work in all manner of workmanship. … and in the hearts of all that are wise hearted I have put wisdom, that they may make all that I have commanded ... - Ex 31:3 King James Version

The heavens declare the glory of God; and the firmament sheweth his handywork. - Psalm 19:1 King James Version
By the word of the Lord were the heavens made; and all the host of them by the breath of his mouth. - Psalm 33:6 King James Version

Lord, You have been our dwelling place in all generations.
Before the mountains were brought forth, Or ever You had formed the earth and the world, Even from everlasting to everlasting, You are God. - Psalm 90:1-2

Thou, even thou, art Lord alone; thou hast made heaven, the heaven of heavens, with all their host, the earth, and all things that are therein, the seas, and all that is therein, and thou preservest them all; and the host of heaven worshippeth thee. - Nehemiah 9:6 King James Version

For, lo, he that formeth the mountains, and createth the wind, and declareth unto man what is his thought, that maketh the morning darkness, and treadeth upon the high places of the earth, The LORD, The God of hosts, is his name. - Amos 4:13 King James Version

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My heart is sore pained within me:
and the terrors of death are fallen upon me.
Fearfulness and trembling are come upon me,
and horror hath overwhelmed me.
I will call upon God;
and the Lord shall save me.
Evening, and morning, and at noon,
will I pray, and cry aloud:
and he shall hear my voice.



I am a Speculative Fiction writer who is a Christian and struggles with depression, which, until recently (2016ish), went undiagnosed since at least high school.
Sometimes, way too often, I fail God, but He picks me up, cleans me up, and helps me to continue on the journey of living life and writing for Him.

My childhood home was Alaska, where I had a fair share of adventures, and misadventures, including surviving the largest recorded earthquake to hit the North American continent.
I attended college in Oregon, and currently reside in the Seattle area. Many of my Works in Progress take place in the beautiful Pacific Northwest.

In 2nd grade I became an avid reader, and in 7th grade I began the struggle with myself, and God, of whether or not I wanted to accept the title "Writer."

Since JAN 2016 I've been taking Prozac and am again working on this blog as a way for me to get myself to work on self-assigned writing projects, a way to encourage myself to get on with the adventure of being a Spec Fic writer.

18 May 2013

2013 NCWA Writer’s Renewal Conference – First Day’s First Thoughts

The squirting-sea snail floats to the top of the classroom aquarium, it’s orange and black shell glows softly. Nobody seems to notice, nobody seems to care how it got there. That classroom is mine, I notice I care. I line up the students to race out the door on my command, past the poisonous sea creature that has mysteriously appeared in our classroom aquarium. I tell the children “no dawdling now. When I tell you to Move! You MOVE!”


I awaken. It’s 5:15 AM – O515 HRS. The sky is showing signs of morning crawling over the eastern horizon. The birds are chirping. I moan. It’s far too early to get up. “Get up, get up,” an inner voice tells me, “Jane Kirkpatrick is up by 4:00 AM and writing by 5:00.”

“UGH!” I lay in bed, thoughts racing through my head from the first day of the conference yesterday. One more day to go today.

“Get up and write,” that inner voice screams at me, over and over.

I try to silence the voice by rolling over and ignoring it. It doesn’t work.

I find myself standing in the shower, but it’s hard to tell with my eyes still glued shut. Somehow I have stumbled to the computer and have started writing something called 2013 NCWA Writer’s Renewal Conference – First Day’s First Thoughts. Where did that come from?

Jesse Florea editor for Focus on the Family’s Clubhouse and Clubhouse Jr. magazines quoted from Finding Forrester where Sean Connery’s character tells the kid “write first, think later.” OK, so I am writing first, thinking will come later when I am awake. It was 6 AM when I started writing, it is now a quarter after, and this morning’s alarm is going off. I have about an hour to get ready and get out off here to get for day two of the conference.

I must write. For I am a writer.



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