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April 26, 2006
posted by David Meigs at 4/26/2006 12:01:00 AM

It was only three months since the Poison Killer was captured, and life was finally returning to normal.

Then a serial killer, driven by the voices of his dead victims, charged into the 7-Eleven and gunned a man down in cold blood.

For the forensic artist, Annie Kingston, it was déjà vu all over again.

Following the success of BRINK OF DEATH, STAIN OF GUILT and DEAD OF NIGHT (Hidden Faces Series), you would think that writing a bestselling sequel would be a tough act to follow. But, nobody writes seatbelt suspense like Brandilyn Collins, and WEB OF LIES is proof that she has plenty of tricks left up her sleeves.

Few writers are as prolific as Brandilyn Collins and she has a full bookshelf to prove it. Be sure to check out A QUESTION OF INNOCENCE, and then CAST A ROAD BEFORE ME, COLOR THE SIDEWALK FOR ME and CAPTURE THE WIND FOR ME (Bradleyville Series). And don’t forget EYES OF ELISHA and DREAD CHAMPION (Chelsea Adams Series). She even has a book on writing.

Brandilyn Collins also graciously supplied me with an advance review copy of VIOLET DAWN (it ROCKS). But that is a topic for another day.

If you don’t already have WEB OF LIES, you can get it at Amazon.

Be sure to drop by her blog. Don’t miss the testimony of her healing. In many ways , her miracle mirrored my own.
April 25, 2006
posted by David Meigs at 4/25/2006 10:39:00 AM
Is a word-picture worth a thousand words? Maybe. I suppose that it depends on the story. Strike that, it’s more about HOW the story is told. A good storyteller can make sorting paperclips sound interesting.

I love watching a room full of teens sitting bug-eyed on the edge of their seats, drinking in every word that falls off my gilded tongue. Unfortunately, it only seems to happen when I’m telling them a story. The rest of the time I’m speaking, they’re doing what teens do. They flirt, make spit wads or stare off into space, thinking about who knows what.

Finney, Calvin and Wesley will probably roll over in their graves when I say this, but I spend as much time thinking over my stories before a youth group meeting as I do researching my scripture text. Pretty sad, eh? Not really. I paint word-pictures that support the Word of God.

Several months ago, I had an epiphany. I do the same thing when I write my books. Every scene plants a critical element into the reader’s mind, one after another, until a full canvas appears and a light blinks on in the reader’s mind. They get it. A new perspective is born.

I destroyed all but maybe fifty copies of my ill-fated experiment in self publishing. Besides a crappy print quality, the book was light years away from being ready for publication. Still, it is nice to have received informative feedback from so many readers, even if I do get razzed about the typos.

Last Sunday, a young woman cornered me after church. She had in her hand one of those books that escaped incineration. It took all I could do to keep from tearing it from her fingertips and bolting for the door. But before I could execute my snatch and grab, she told me that she loved my book. She had me. I wasn’t going anywhere.

One by one, she recanted her favorite scenes, growing more animated as she went. “That scene where Caleb got set up by the Spaniard and had to fight...” she laughed her butt off. “Then I got so scared when he became a prisoner of the Nephilim, and...” she went on “...and what a love story...”

Then she looked me in the eye, as if she thought I could read her mind and said something that three-quarters of all my readers have told me. “It changed the way I see things...”

Yeah, my head is still swollen from the experience, but what can I say. You couldn’t slap this smile off my face. Still, it’s nice to know that the message wasn’t lost in telling the story.

If you will excuse me now, I will return to my gloating.
April 24, 2006
posted by David Meigs at 4/24/2006 11:55:00 AM
A few months ago, I purchased the Bible in digital format. It’s great, I put it on my MP3 player and listen to it as I drive, or putter around the house.

I’ve been cycling through the New Testament about once a week (again, and again). It’s brought a richer overview of Jesus and the early Church.

It’s not a replacement for the real thing, but I can’t get enough of it!
April 21, 2006
posted by David Meigs at 4/21/2006 02:17:00 PM
Darla’s had a fondness for Swedish cars for years. I’ve been dragging my heals because, let’s face it, the Swedes aren’t known for building pretty cars. But, this one caught my eye...

I wonder what they'd give me on the old Taurus?
April 20, 2006
posted by David Meigs at 4/20/2006 08:40:00 AM
I NEVER (well, almost never) talk about the finer points of writing. It’s not that I’m without opinions on the subject. Hello, I’m a curmudgeon. It’s just that there are so many others doing it who actually know what they are talking about.

It was only a year ago that I emerged from my cave, two novels finished, a third most of the way done and four more well on the way. I didn’t have a clue what to do next. I’d never really thought about it. I mean writing the book was the hard part right? As I said, I didn’t have a clue.

I thank God for the many writer blogs and forums out there. With their help, I am finally starting to get a grip. I visit about a dozen blogs each week in my quest to better my understanding of the writing trade.

Over the last few days, there were a few amazing interviews I thought to share with you.

W. G. Jones interviewed Paul Coughlin, the author of NO MORE CHRISTIAN NICE GUY .(Bethany House). ... Part 1 ... Part 2 ... Part 3 ... Part 4

Gina Holmes interviewed the mighty Frank Peretti, the guy who started it all. ... Part 1 ... Part 2 ... Part 3

Mike Duran sat down with the, afore mentioned, Gina Holmes. ... Read it here.

April 19, 2006
posted by David Meigs at 4/19/2006 01:38:00 PM
Ok, it hurts me like fingernails on a chalkboard, but I still love it. I’ll explain...

The late eighties and early nineties were a weird time. Even in the middle schools, wannabe gang-bangers were dividing into crypts and bloods. Just wearing the wrong colors could get you shot in a drive-by. Everywhere you went, cars full of kids quaked under the thunder of rap.

We (YFC) brought in a Christian rap band called P. I. D. to do a middle school dance. We didn’t advertise it as a Christian event, so in the minds of the kids it was just another school dance.

The kids packed inside the middle school auditorium. They’d never had a live band before, and even better, it was a nationally recognized Rap band. You should have seen it. One guy spun records while the others marched around, rapping to the crowd. The kids went nuts.

Between songs, the guys gave their testimonies. I thought the kids would bolt for the doors, but they didn’t. They were mesmerized by the power of God reaching them for the first time. When the “alter call” was given, more than half of them came forward. It was powerful.

That weekend, we had the same rap band perform at our annual huge event at the local Six Flags. Thousands came out and hundreds came forward at the alter call. But, it was the middle school dance that did it for me. It was the day I learned to love rap music.
April 17, 2006
posted by David Meigs at 4/17/2006 09:34:00 AM
At 14, playing lead guitar was my whole world. I still remember the feel of my first Fender Stratocaster, my first Les Paul, my first Marshal stack and more than anything, the first time I played on a real stage...

If I could build a time machine, I’d go back to 1973. I was sixteen and it was the year I found Jesus. Besides dropping the names of a couple girls to stay away from and a few choice stock picks, I’d slap myself silly for giving up the guitar for God, when He never asked me to.

“The drum beat of rock music comes from Africa...” the pastor said. I remember wondering what was wrong with that? But, I was clearly presented with a choice. If I were to continue to play my guitar, it would have to be country gospel. What was the point? I gave it up.

It wasn’t until 1979 that I picked it up again, but it was too late. It was like learning to play all over again. I felt like such a fool. Life has so many regrets, and this would not be my last.

I let my boy Caleb DJ his music at Youth Group each week. He plays his Demon Hunter, Flyleaf, Haste the day and Thousand foot crutch, among others. The kids love it, and they love God too. I’ve never had a more “on fire” group of kids.

I am in awe of the talent of today’s Christian Artists. These guys get it. They’re like a new warrior cast, doing battle and winning in a war zone my generation went AWOL on.

Keep it up guys, rock on!
April 14, 2006
posted by David Meigs at 4/14/2006 08:47:00 AM
April 13, 2006
posted by David Meigs at 4/13/2006 12:01:00 PM
April 12, 2006
posted by David Meigs at 4/12/2006 09:34:00 AM
Ok, I don’t really have anything interesting to say. But, I do have one almost newsworthy event to report.

It’s a well known fact that doctors have the third largest fragile-egos on this planet (behind unpublished writers and Hollyweird celebrities). Anyway, yesterday I witnessed a doctor ALMOST admit to making a mistake!

A couple weeks ago, I received my first pair of prescription glasses. I looked forward to being able to see again, but I was disappointed the first time I put them on. One side was perfect, but the other side was better suited for deep space observation.

I may be new to the world of corrected vision, but even I knew that someone made a mistake... but, according to the doctor, it had to be me and not the glasses. I’ll explain...

First, I was lectured on diabetes, and how even one high blood sugar could affect my vision for months. Then she remembered that I’ve had neurological issues and I kept waiting for her to suggest that it was all in my head. As if a good shrink could help my right eye accept the traumatic events of childhood. Obviously, I was in denial.

When she was sufficiently satisfied that I accepted the blame for my optical malfunction, she took my glasses and left the room to check the lenses to determine which side she would have replaced (hello, one side was perfect).

After 5 minutes she returned, looking borderline embarrassed.

“The LAB messed up and gave you the wrong prescription on one side.”

I wanted to say “NO DUH LADY!” but I held my tongue. For a minute, I thought the doc was going to apologize, but it never happened.

It’s just as well, because the last thing we need is for Hell to freeze over.

April 10, 2006
posted by David Meigs at 4/10/2006 09:28:00 PM
I am privileged to attend a small Assembly of God Church, smack dab in the middle of the Garden of Eden. The best people in the world are members, and I’d doubly blessed because I get to lead the youth.

But, when I started attending a year an a half ago, it was still reeling from a bad split. There were only about twenty five of God’s faithful hanging in there and each one was doing the work of two.

Last Sunday we celebrated moving into our new sanctuary. The old building just wouldn’t hold us anymore. We marched in mass across the parking lot to the new building, praising God and waving palm branches.

God is so good!
April 04, 2006
posted by David Meigs at 4/04/2006 02:33:00 PM
I was cutting kindling, when the axe jumped up and bit my finger. No, I didn’t lose it, but I did mangle it a little (poor me).

Anyway, it’s my excuse for taking a few days off from the keyboard. While I heal, check out Michelle Archer’s blog. Last week I told you about the gifted way she uses fiction as a vehicle for teaching. She does it so well.

Part 6

Parts 7 & 8

Parts 9 & 10

Parts 11 - 16 (Sec. 16 will knock you out of your seat)
April 03, 2006
posted by David Meigs at 4/03/2006 01:26:00 PM
The other day at the dentist’s office, two of the dental-assistants were carrying on in a conversation that went something like this:

“I’m not coming into work, I’m not going out, and I’m not even going to open the curtains.”

“W-what are you talking about? What day?”

“You don’t know? This is bigger than 9/11.......... June 6th, 2006..., get it? ..... 6/6/6!”

“The mark of the beast?”

“I read it on the internet that the Antichrist is going to appear on that day.”

“That’s creepy! Do you think it will really happen?”

“I don’t know, but they would have never believed 9/11 would happen either. I’m not taking a chance; I’m staying home that day... I don’t care if I get fired.”


Oh, I could have had fun with this, but my tongue was numb. It killed me to let it pass, but why take chances? I need my tongue for grooming my mustache.

Here is another date, much more interesting than June 6. If you have a digital clock that shows the seconds, on Wednesday April 5, you can watch the clock and the date add up to this:

1:02:03 04/05/06

This will never happen again!