But what if our purpose isn't about having purpose? What if it isn't about what we do but who we are?
I just finished the third draft of my novel, and I'm finally finding room in my mind for more book ideas. I'm dreaming about gardening warriors and a girl with anxiety finding solace in a fantastical world where one's monsters can be beaten. But I'm also fighting some old fears that keep regenerating like so... Continue Reading →
As a Christian, I have been raised believing that everything I do must have extraordinary purpose. In other words, everything is evangelism. One must do everything "for God," or "for evangelism." Maybe this is why the purpose of art is so difficult for me grasp. Where is the evangelism in fantasy?