Jesse Koepke

I think I may have found my life verse. I was reading my daily psalm yesterday and came to Ps. 71:18. So even to old age and gray hairs / O God, do not forsake me / until I proclaim your might to another generation / your power to all…

Remember how I used to write on my blogs fairly regularly? Man, those were the days…. I’m still writing; a bit, at least. The problem that stopped me short was, while writing Seskone, Chris finally got under water, and I realized I didn’t know what under water looked like. Whoops!…

Have I ever mentioned that I love Fall? It’s true. I think it’s the crisp air. Nothing like a chill in the air (whether Fall or Spring) to make me want soup, cider, hot chocolate, a good book, and make me dream of writing. Speaking of which, how’s that going?…

Today was the day. He could feel it. It was like the first rain of spring, or the first leaf that falls in the autumn; except this, this was beyond either of those. One step. That’s all it was going to take. One step and he’d be through the door, and…

Ahoy! Yep, still writin’. Things are good. I think Seskone will need revision – strike that, I know it will need revision – but it’s progressing. The stream is flowing once more, thank the Lord. Not a sword yet, most like, but progressing. Maybe a small dagger…with a slightly dulled…