hands, in and out of my

I index books for a living and slipped into that mode to enter this post. Last week, my third work of fiction, Painted Deserts, became a Finalist for an annual USA Book News International Books Award. My two previous books—Music for the Dream: Seven Short Stories and Tanner Blue—have both won awards as well. It’s thrilling to receive this recognition, which has me thinking about the partnership of discipline and faith. While writing, the work is in the hands of the creator. When that work is completed and released, how does one get a grip on certain expectations?

The Way Things Should Be

Yeah, there's that, then there's the way things are.
I took a Buddhism class as a freshman at Cornell and remember a key aspect of that particular world view:
See things as they really are.
Cool. Then, what?

I Know What's Best for You

That's a lie. How could I? I only know what's best for me.
Why can the tendency to tell others how to live their lives be so strong?
Because, ideally, we want optimal outcomes for each other.
Any other questions?