A.R. Geiger

My Blog

  • Portrait of a Missionary

    As a writer, I am fascinated by people. No two people carry the same stories. Their life experiences, their worldview, and their hopes and dreams are uniquely their own. No work of fiction can compare to the beauty and complexity of the world around us, but, caught in our jobs, our routines, and our day-to-day…

  • Sending Off An Adventurer

    My sister left this week. One of my sisters. I have a few. This particular sister is nineteen. I’ve mentioned her before. She has been living with me for the last several months, but she is off now. Off adventuring. I drove her to the airport on Tuesday. We talked about boys the whole drive.…

  • For The Writer Who Is Tongue-Tied

    Shockingly, not every writer is introverted. Really. There are magical extroverted people who can talk about their books and answer questions about their writing career without panicking or breathing into a paper bag or stumbling over their words twelve times. At least, that’s what I’ve heard. I’m an introvert myself, so I wouldn’t really know.…

  • Go To Sleep

    I come when the library closes. The lights are out, except for the lamp Mrs. Wilfe leaves on just for me. The doors are locked, and the windows have been shuttered. Even most of the reading desks are cleared. No one is left. Only me. Because I have to put the stories to sleep. I…

  • Living Like A Writer

    We are two weeks into January. Almost two weeks. What day is it again? Basically, 2019 has been a whirlwind of activity, even in its first two weeks. I started coaching sessions, started the first draft of my sixth book, embraced this blog, sent out several resumes for freelance writing positions, and oddly enough, repainted…

  • For The Writer Who Has Quit One Too Many Times

    As a writer, there is nothing quite as exhilarating as a new idea. A new character waltzes in, capturing our attention, and whispering about a story flooded with new possibilities, new dangers, and a love so deep it borders on intoxication. Suddenly, we’re taking the long way home from work, getting lost in the grocery…