New freedoms surface old habits. I haven’t left sin behind, only discovered a new medium for my treachery. My real trouble as a writer isn’t trying to mean the words that I write. It’s living into the words that I mean. Nonfiction writing can feel like the high art of hypocrisy

New freedoms surface old habits. I haven't left sin behind, only discovered a new medium for my treachery. My real trouble as a writer isn't trying to mean the words that I write. It's living into the words that I mean. Nonfiction writing can feel like the high art of hypocrisy

New freedoms surface old habits. I haven’t left sin behind, only discovered a new medium for my treachery. My real trouble as a writer isn’t trying to mean the words that I write. It’s living into the words that I mean. Nonfiction writing can feel like the high art of hypocrisy (Jen Pollock Michel, Teach Us to Want: Longing, Ambition & the Life of Faith)

As he walked along, consciously enjoying the early coolness of the morning, he turned and looked behind him. People often do this and are usually surprised to find that there is some reason for turning around. Sometimes there is no apparent reason and they wonder why they did it. (“Ordeal By Water”) – P.C. Wren, Odd – But Even So: Stories Strangers Than Fiction

As he walked along, consciously enjoying the early coolness of the morning, he turned and looked behind him. People often do this and are usually surprised to find that there is some reason for turning around. Sometimes there is no apparent reason and they wonder why they did it. (“Ordeal By Water”) – P.C. Wren, Odd – But Even So: Stories Strangers Than Fiction