What Speaking Taught Me About Writing

I became a better writer the day I started speaking.

That's not the direction the influence is supposed to run. Writers write; speakers speak. The skills feel adjacent but separate. But standing in front of a live audience and watching in real time how people respond to language has taught me things about writing that I'd never have learned from years at a desk alone and isolated.

An audience gives you immediate feedback that a manuscript never can.

You feel the moment a story resonates with your audience. The quality of the attention shifts, the room leans in. You also feel the moment it doesn't. The restlessness that returns, the slight drift of focus. You learn quickly which words carry weight and which ones dissipate into the air without leaving a mark. You discover that sentences which read beautifully on a page sometimes collapse when spoken aloud, and that the clearest, simplest construction almost always wins.

I brought all of that back to my writing.

I am becoming increasingly more aware of rhythm. The way a sentence sounds as well as how it reads. More ruthless about clarity. More attentive to the moment when I was holding a reader's attention and the moment I was losing it, even without a live audience in the room. Speaking has taught me to feel those things in my body, and once you can feel them, you can't unfeel them.

These two disciplines have made each other stronger. Writing gave me better material to use when speaking. Speaking gave me a more calibrated ear to utilize when I write.

That isn't something I expected, but I'm grateful for it.

Have you ever found that one skill you developed in one area unexpectedly improved something completely different? I'd love to hear about it in the comments.

Show Don't Tell: When a Story Preaches Unintentionally

It happens in the revision.

You're reading back through a scene you wrote weeks ago and you stop at a line of dialogue that feels a little too on-the-nose, a character observation that reads more like an essay than a thought, a moment where the story pauses and your intention becomes visible underneath it like a watermark.

The story is preaching. And you didn't mean for it to do that.

This is one of the more uncomfortable moments in the writing process, because you have to honestly face your own instincts. The impulse to make sure the reader understands the point is understandable. You care about the truth you're carrying in this story, and you don't want the reader to miss it. But caring too much, holding the message too tightly, has a way of working against itself. The reader feels the grip and pulls back.

The fix is almost always the same: trust the scene to do the work without the explanation. Cut the line that names what the scene is already showing. You know, the famous, "Show, don't tell," command. Let the character feel the thing without narrating why it matters. Return the story to experience and let the meaning live inside the experience rather than beside it.

This is easier to describe than to do. It takes a great deal of authorial restraint that goes against the instinct to make sure the reader gets it. But readers are rather perceptive. They get it. Give them the benefit of the doubt. They get it more fully, in fact, when the story trusts them to see it.

The best message is the one the reader finds without being shown where to look.

Have you ever noticed a story trying too hard to make its point? Did it pull you out of the experience? I'd love to hear about it in the comments.

Characters Who Don't Know They Have Faith

Some of my favorite characters to write are the ones who don't know what they believe.

They're not skeptics exactly. They don't carry a philosophical position against faith. They're just people who have been shaped by something they haven't yet examined, who operate from a set of values that have roots they haven't traced, who reach instinctively toward hope in dark moments without understanding the source of that instinct.

They have faith. They just haven't called it that yet.

Writing this kind of character takes quite a bit of patience. The temptation is to move him/her toward knowing too quickly. To engineer the moment of clarity and give the reader the satisfying resolution of a character who arrives at belief. Sometimes, that's the right story to tell.

But sometimes, the better story is the one where the character doesn't fully arrive. Where they move closer to something they can't quite name, where their actions increasingly reflect a faith they haven't yet claimed, where the reader can see what they can't see about themselves.

That story reflects the truth about how belief actually develops in real people. It rarely happens all at once. And rarely in a single illuminating moment. More often, it's gradually, quietly, in the accumulation of choices and experiences that slowly reorient a life without the person fully realizing it's happening.

You want to tell that story with care and without rushing. The unnamed faith is still faith. And the reader knows it, even when the character doesn't.

Have you ever seen yourself in a character who was finding their way toward something without quite knowing what it was? I'd love to hear about it in the comments.

Grace in the Difficult Scene

The easiest scenes to write are the ones where everything goes right.

The breakthrough moment. The reconciliation. The answer arriving after a long silence. Those scenes are satisfying to write because they're satisfying to read. They deliver what the story has promised and the reader receives them with relief and recognition.

But the hard scenes are something else entirely.

The betrayal. The loss that doesn't get explained away. The moment when a character does the wrong thing for understandable reasons and has to live with it. These are the scenes writers sometimes soften, pulling back from the full weight of what the story requires because it feels too dark, too painful, too much.

But grace doesn't live only in the bright scenes. It actually lives most powerfully in the hard ones.

A character who receives kindness she hasn't earned in the middle of her worst moment. A relationship that survives something it probably shouldn't have. A small, quiet act of mercy in a scene that could have gone a different direction entirely. These moments create a completely different landscape than the triumphant ones because they arrive where they're least expected. In the darkness, where grace is most itself.

Writing the hard scene honestly, without softening it into something easier, and then placing grace inside it rather than after it? Well, that's actually one of the most truthful things a writer of faith can do. It reflects how grace actually operates in the real world.

You don't find grace after the hard thing. You find grace inside it.

Has a difficult scene in a book ever moved you more deeply than a triumphant one? What made it stay with you? I'd love to hear in the comments.

What Doubt Looks Like on the Page

A character who never doubts is a character no one believes.

Faith that has never been tested doesn't read as strong. It reads as untried. And readers, especially readers who have carried their own faith through genuinely hard seasons, recognize that difference immediately. A character whose belief is too clean, too certain, too untroubled by the weight of real experience feels like a stranger to them.

Doubt on the page, written honestly, creates recognition. It says to the reader, this person knows what it actually costs to believe, and that makes everything that follows feel earned rather than assumed.

Writing doubt well means resisting two temptations. 

1. Making it too dramatic — doubt as crisis, as collapse, as the thing the plot pivots on. Real doubt is often quieter than that. You find it in the ordinary moments, the unanswered prayers, the silence that stretches longer than expected.
2. Resolving it too quickly — a single conversation, a convenient revelation, and everything is settled. Real doubt doesn't work that way, and readers know it.

The most honest thing a faith-infused story can do is let doubt exist without rushing to fix it. Let the character sit in the uncertainty for a while. Let the reader sit there with them.

That doesn't mean the character is having a crisis of faith or even failing in their faith. It's just what faith actually looks like when it's being lived rather than performed.

How do you respond to doubt in fiction? Does it make a character more relatable to you, or does it make you uncomfortable? I'd love to hear your perspective in the comments.

Writing Toward the Light: Faith in Fiction

The most powerful light in a room is often the one you don't look at directly.

You see it in what it illuminates . The way it falls across a surface, the shadows it creates, the warmth it lends to everything it touches. Someone doesn't need to point it out to you. You know it's there because of what the room looks like with it present.

That's how I think about faith in fiction.

The moment you name it too directly, the moment a character stops and delivers a tidy theological conclusion, the light stops illuminating and starts blinding. The reader feels the sermon underneath the story and the spell breaks. What would have been an experience becomes a lesson, and lessons, however true, don't change people the way experiences do.

Writing toward the light means trusting that it's present without announcing it. It means a character making a choice rooted in grace without stopping to explain that grace is the reason. It means a moment of forgiveness that holds significant weight because the story has earned it. Secondary characters don't need to narrate the significance.

This restraint is one of the harder disciplines in writing. The instinct to make sure the reader gets it is understandable, but it's usually wrong. Readers are perceptive. They feel what's underneath a scene even when it isn't labeled. They receive the light even when no one points at the source.

Trust the story. Trust the reader. Write toward the light and let it do its own work.

Have you ever read a book where faith felt present without being stated? Where something underneath the story moved you without announcing itself? I'd love to hear about it in the comments.

How I Name My Characters (And Why It Matters)

Names have weight.

I don't think most people realize how much until they try to change one that has already settled into place. There's a particular kind of wrongness that happens when a character's name doesn't fit. A low-grade friction that follows you through every scene, every line of dialogue, every moment where you type that name and something in the back of your mind quietly objects.

When the name is right, you don't notice it at all. It just disappears into the character, the way a good pair of glasses disappears when you're actually looking at the world through them rather than at them. That's the aim of every author.

Getting there, though, is its own process.

Where the Search Begins

I rarely arrive at a character's name quickly. Oh, I might start with a name to get the story rolling, but those names often change before the book comes to an end. Usually the character exists for a while before the name does. I might even throw in a placeholder of sorts while the rest flows. A presence, a voice, a set of tendencies and wounds and desires that feel real before they have anything to be called.

During that nameless stretch I pay attention differently. Noticing names the way you notice a color when you're trying to decide whether it belongs in a room. A name will catch my attention in a completely unrelated context. It might be a historical record, a passing conversation, or even the credits rolling at the end of a film. Yes, I'm one of those who sits until the very end. But something will shift.

That's not how it always happens, though. Sometimes, a name will land and I'll know immediately that it belongs to the person I've been trying to find.

Other times I go looking deliberately. I keep a list of names I've encountered and liked but haven't yet used. I research naming conventions for the time period and region or contemporary setting I'm usingn to write the story, because a name that belongs to a character's world matters as much as one that belongs to their personality. A woman living on the Virginia coast in the early twentieth century is not going to be named something that sounds like it belongs in a contemporary Manhattan apartment, and if she is, there needs to be a specific reason. And the story needs to earn it.

What a Name Has to Do

A character's name is doing more work than you might think.

It's the first impression a reader has of a person before they know anything else about them. It carries sound and rhythm that affect how a reader experiences every scene where that character appears. It can signal something about the origin of a character, what era they inhabit, what kind of family shaped them. And in dialogue especially, the way other characters use a name becomes a tool for showing relationship and tension without having to explain either one directly. Whether they shorten it, avoid it, or use it pointedly in a moment of conflict 

Names also sometimes unlock something about a character I hadn't consciously known. There have been moments where I tried three or four names that were all technically fine. Then, I landed on the right one and suddenly understood something about the character I hadn't been able to articulate before. As if the name was the last piece that gave everything else clarity.

That probably sounds strange. It makes complete sense to me.

The Names That Didn't Work

I've changed character names mid-manuscript more times than I care to admit. Usually it happens when I realize somewhere around chapter four or five that the name I chose in the planning stage was just who I hoped the character would be rather than who they actually turned out to be once the story started breathing.

Characters have a way of becoming themselves despite your best intentions, and sometimes the name you gave them at the beginning no longer fits the person who showed up on the page. When that happens, there's nothing to do but change it and do a thorough find-and-replace and hope you didn't miss any. Which reminds me, I have a comical story (now) about this:

In one of my earlier book series, I reached the Net Galley phase of the editing process. This is the time to find any overlooked spelling mistakes or grammatical errors. It's not for major substantial edits. Well, in my review, I realized I had 2 completely different very minor characters in similar roles who had the same name.

So, I made note of the pages where the 2nd character appeared at the end of the novel. That, along with a couple other spelling catches went to my publisher for final changes. I specifically stated what needed to happen for that character. Isolate those exact pages, and change the name "Mary" to "Laura." Simple enough. Right?

Obviously not. And I had no idea of the mistake until I received reader email and letters asking what "prilaura" was.

It took me a few minutes to process, but thankfully, one of my readers cited the page number. Anxiously flipping to the page, I found the error. But sadly, it wasn't just that one. My book also had the odd words of "custolaura" and the scent of "roselaura."

Ugh! Instead of limiting the find/replace command to the 7 specified pages of a single chapter at the end of the book, the person who oversaw the galley changes had done a global search & replace and also forgot to capitalize the names. So, anywhere the string of letters m-a-r-y appeared in any word or name, they were replaced with l-a-u-r-a. And there were over 20,000 copies that went to print like this!

After notifying my publisher and replying to that handful of early readers, then sitting in anguish over this glaring mistake that couldn't be fixed, I realized I could get angry, or I could find the fun in it. I chose the fun.

So, I sent out a newsletter challenging readers to find the mistakes and report back. Each one who did was entered into a drawing for 1 of 5 different prize baskets containing not only a copy of this "rare" book, but also a copy of the other 2 books in the series, some herbal tea, a coffee cup, bookmark, and a magnifying glass to honor the sleuths.

If you'd like to join the fun, pick up a copy of Bound by Grace anywhere you can find it and look for yourself. :)

I never mind the extra work. A name that fits is worth the trouble of finding it.

Do you have a name that you've always thought sounded like it belonged in a story? Maybe your own, or someone close to you. I'd love to hear it in the comments.

The Detail That Changes Everything

I keep a notebook with me almost everywhere I go.

Not a fancy one. It's usually something small enough to fit in a bag without taking up much space, with a pen clipped to the cover that I will inevitably lose and replace three or four times before the notebook itself is full. The system is imperfect, but it works.

What do I put in that notebook? Details. Small, specific, sensory details that catch my attention in the moment and would be gone entirely by the time I got home if I didn't write them down.

The sound a screen door makes in a house that's been standing for fifty years. The way late afternoon light falls differently on water than it does on land. The particular smell of a marina at low tide. The faded lettering on the side of a boat that someone painted by hand, decades ago, and never repainted.

None of those things feel important when I'm writing them down. They feel like simple observations. But months later, when I'm sitting in front of a manuscript and trying to make a scene feel real, I open that notebook and suddenly I'm not inventing anymore. I'm remembering.

Why Being Specific Works

It's tempting, when writing a setting or a sensory moment, to reach for the general. The water was beautiful. The old building had character. The town felt like a place where everyone knew each other. Those sentences aren't wrong, exactly. They just don't do much work. These days, they're often considered "cliche" because of overuse.

A reader's imagination needs something to grip. The green of water that's shifting from morning gray to afternoon blue as the sun climbs, the crack in the plaster above the door that someone patched and painted over but never quite fixed. Give it something specific, and suddenly the imagination has traction. It can build around that detail. It can inhabit the space.

The specific detail does something else, too. It shows and proves the author has actually been somewhere, seen something, paid attention. It builds a kind of trust. And once a reader trusts you, they'll follow you almost anywhere.

The Details You Don't Plan

Some of the most useful details I've ever worked into a scene weren't ones I went looking for. They were ones that showed up unexpectedly during a research trip or an ordinary afternoon and lodged themselves somewhere in my memory before I fully understood why.

On my trip to Chincoteague, I remember standing on a dock early one morning before most of the island was awake. The boats rocked in the harbor and the rigging tapped against the masts in a rhythm that was almost musical. I wrote it down without knowing which story it belonged to. I just knew it was the kind of thing that belonged somewhere.

It found its place eventually. Details like that usually do. They wait.

That's one of the things I've come to love about keeping the notebook. It's a collection of moments that haven't found their story yet. Some of them will. Some of them will sit in there indefinitely, and that's fine too. The act of noticing them and writing them down keeps the observational part of my brain active in a way that benefits everything I write, whether or not any specific detail ever makes it onto a published page.

I also transfer those notes to files on my computer to make them much easier to find when I need them. Otherwise, I'd be flipping through that notebook and wasting precious writing time.

The Detail as a Window Into Character

Here's one more thing I've learned about specific details: they don't just build setting. They reveal character.

What a person notices in a room tells you something about who they are. A character who walks into an unfamiliar kitchen and immediately clocks the stack of unopened mail on the counter is different from one who notices the handwritten recipe card taped inside the cabinet door. Same kitchen. Completely different people. The detail becomes a lens, and what a character sees through that lens tells the reader something they couldn't learn from backstory alone.

That's when a small, specific observation stops being atmosphere and becomes story. And that's when I know I've found the right detail. It goes beyond making the scene feel real and makes it mean something.

Is there a small, specific detail from your own life (a smell, a sound, a sight) that you've never been able to forget? Something that takes you right back to a particular moment or place? I'd love to hear it in the comments.

What I Learned from the Books I Didn't Finish

 

I have a small confession to make.

There are books on my shelf with bookmarks still in them. And it's because I stopped on purpose and never went back. Do you have any of those? Maybe they're not even on your shelf. Maybe you returned them, sold them at a yard sale, gave them to someone else, or donated them to a thrift shop. I've done the same thing with a lot of books. And now, there are only two I never finished reading. I just haven't decided what to do with them. The rest are gone, off to entertain someone else or possibly become a paperweight or doorstopper.

As a novelist, I used to feel guilty about that. Shouldn't I, of all people, extend more grace to a fellow author's work? Shouldn't I push through to the end? Perhaps. But somewhere along the way I made peace with the fact that an unfinished book is actually information for me as a reader. And some of the most valuable craft lessons I've absorbed haven't come from the books I loved, but from the ones I quietly set down and never picked back up.

When the Connection Breaks

For me, it almost always comes down to character. If I don't care what happens to the person at the center of the story, the plot eventually stops mattering. Tension without emotional investment is just noise. I can admire beautiful writing, an intricate mystery, or a fascinating historical backdrop and still find myself not caring enough to turn the page if the character hasn't made me feel something.

That realization changed the way I write.

I became more aware, early in a manuscript, of whether I was giving readers a reason to care before I gave them a reason to keep reading. Those aren't always the same thing. A gripping opening scene can pull someone in, but it's the character's interior life and relatability that makes them stay. The small moment of vulnerability. The thing they want that they'd never admit out loud. The contradiction between who they appear to be and who they actually are when no one is watching.

When I find myself skimming in someone else's book, I've learned to stop and ask why. Usually the answer points me toward something I need to pay more attention to in my own work.

Pacing and the Reader's Patience

The other thing that loses me is pacing. Like when a story asks me to wait longer than I'm willing to wait for something meaningful to happen.

There's a difference between a slow burn and a story that has simply lost its momentum. A slow burn still makes progress. There's still tension simmering beneath the surface, still a sense that something is building even in the quiet scenes. When that tension disappears entirely and scene after scene feels like it's marking time, I start to feel it as a reader. And once I start feeling the length of a book rather than the pull of it, I'm ready to toss it away.

I try to keep that foremost in my mind with my own writing. Every scene needs to be doing at least two things at once. Moving plot forward, deepening character, raising a question, or answering one. A scene that exists only to fill space between more important scenes is a scene that should probably get deleted.

What the Unfinished Books Gave Me

A book that loses you is still teaching you something, if you're paying attention.

It's teaching you what you value as a reader. What you're willing to forgive and what you're not. Where your patience ends. What kind of character earns your loyalty and what kind of story keeps you coming back after you've set it down for the night.

Those are exactly the questions a novelist needs to know the answers to. Not in the abstract, but personally and specifically. Because the books we write are, in some way, always written toward the reader we are. The books I didn't finish helped me understand that reader better than almost anything else.

Have you ever put a book down and never gone back? What was it that lost you? The characters, the pacing, something else entirely? I'd love to hear about it in the comments.