By Beth Stedman


This book is a curious exploration of creativity and the creative process. A meandering story, about the authors attempts at painting, holds the text together, connecting essays and poems into a collection of cohesive thoughts on the life of creativity. 

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I write only because
There is a voice within me
That will not be still.
— Sylvia Plath

When I was young I was a ferocious reader. I remember my mom getting upset with me for always having my nose buried in a book. Now I'm so grateful for all those hours I spent with my face pressed against pages of text and my mind lost in the imagination of story. Many of those early favorites continue to influence me now as an adult and shape my attempts at putting my own stories onto the page. Authors like C.S. Lewis, Madeliene L'Engle, George MacDonald, and J.R.R. Tolkien have created worlds that I go back to even now for comfort and encouragement.

Despite my deep love for reading, the idea of writing a book didn't cross my mind until well into adulthood and at that time I had already bought into a lie that I wasn't good enough. Such a common lie, isn't it? Yet an easy one to believe.

It is a terrifying joy to be pursuing writing, to have multiple books in process, and to have one book complete and ready for the world to read, and judge, and enjoy. This first book is my timid first step into the world of authorship. It is a meandering exploration of creative work itself and all the ups and downs that go along with the art of creating. It is available as an e-book download here and will be on sale through the end of the year.


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