This is an excerpt from my third book, Wind in the Pines. As I watched today’s inauguration of Barak Obama, I was reminded of an estimated one- million- man crowd I was a part of on the National Mall. This is a story of what God taught me there. “From ‘Big D.C.’ to ‘little d.c.’” …Sometimes the best place to …

Where is your prayer tree? Jesus, in His sermon on the mount, talked about having a place to get alone with God. In the older Bible versions, He called it a “closet.” The New International Version states it this way: “When you pray, go into your room, close the door, and pray to your Father, who is unseen.” Matthew 6:6 …

Thoughts from Curt Iles I’ve made a new friend via the Internet, Doug from Canada. He had several questions on self-publishing and perseverance. Here are some of my thoughts. On Rejection: Rejection is the badge of honor of any writer working hard to be published. In spite of the success God has blessed me with (sales of over 20,000 cumulative …

At The Old House my “writing room” guarded by my writing assistant Ivory. I’m a member of a wonderful writing group called “Ripplers.” We have a weekly discussion topic. This week’s topic is “finding inspiration to write.” There are several ideas I have. As always, your comments and ideas are welcome. Writing Inspiration Inspiration does exist, but it must find …

Living in a “headlight culture” Curt Iles curtiles@aol.com http://www.creekbank.net Maybe it’s a Southern thing (like fried catfish and pink flamingos in front yards) but I’ve always liked headlamps—or as we call them headlights. In our rural community of Dry Creek, it really gets dark. No streetlights and few houses make for beautiful nights. On these ink black nights, I love …

The first short story in my first book, Stories from the Creekbank, continues to be one of our reader’s favorites. It is entitled “The Evening Holler” and I’ve told it and read it to literally to hundreds of groups over the past ten years. At the end of this short story is a special picture from Africa and a postscript …

  My beloved uncle, Bob Plott, died last week after a long illness.My mother’s only brother, he never married.Uncle Bob lived with my grandparents until their deaths in the early 1990’s. He then moved full time to his fishing camp on Texas’ Sam Rayburn Lake. He was so good to my two sisters and I.We will miss him. Uncle Bob …

On the Beginning of a Year Being a writer, I always equate the first day of a new year to the blank page in a new journal. As I open the notebook and leaf through its empty pages, the potential for what I will write there is limitless. However, from being a journal keeper for nearly thirty-five years, I know …