
Becoming a Writer
Thursday, September 5, 2013
On Building New Worlds - A Writer's Perspective on Genesis

Monday, October 31, 2011
Wednesday, September 7, 2011
Playing Pretend Blacksmith
Family lore has it that Great-Grandpa Pieter Vellekoop was one of the few remaining blacksmiths who could shrink an iron rim onto a wooden wagon wheel. I’m proud to have that heritage in my family tree. Sadly, such skills seem to have evaporated through subsequent generations—to the point that I can barely hammer a sixteen-penny nail into a two-by-four without smashing my thumb.
I'm nearly 12,000 words into a fantasy novel idea. When I began, I had no idea that I would need to know anything about the trade. But as my protagonist began to take shape, I discovered that he’s a blacksmith. Who knew?
The problem is that I know about as much about smithing as I do about knitting. As a storyteller, I will be expected to project the feel of the hammer on the glowing metal, the blast of the furnace, and so on and so forth.
Yes, we have been blessed with Wikipedia and Youtube—founts of all knowledge both old and new. Certainly, I can research the basics—perhaps even learn to handle the trade lingo with relative credibility. But theoretical research has its limits. It will suffice for the moment, as I finish fleshing out character and plot, but when the time comes for the re-write, I will need to go further than simple research.
One nice thing about the internet is its ability to find clusters of eccentrics who share similar interests. Apparently, there are blacksmith associations in this twenty-first century. Some of them even offer classes. Perhaps I’ll be able to spend time at a real forge before putting the finishing strokes (pause to appreciate the consistency of metaphor) on my story. Maybe I can resurrect some of Great-Grandpa Pieter’s skill, even if only enough to write about it.
Thursday, July 14, 2011
Curveballs, etc.
Wednesday, May 25, 2011
Interrogations Have Begun
This is fun.
Having drained my brain onto 60+ pages of raw notes (yes--it was messy), it occurred to me that my experience as a single man may or may not have been typical. I have no idea.
Solution: inquire, query, and otherwise question my peers for further information on the life of a single man of God. ("Enhanced" interrogation techniques optional). So far, I've initiated contact with over a dozen men. Hopefully, that number will grow to over a hundred interviews.
If you are/have been a single man who has spent time in some sort of ministry, I would love to interrogate you. Please email me your address to start the process ( dannyvellekoop@gmail.com).
Thanks and good luck!
dv
Friday, May 13, 2011
Osama isn’t the only one with a journal
Yesterday, I dusted off some old journals dating back to my early days in California and found an entry that gave me chills.
On September 22, 1999, I discuss an emotional conversation with God that included an impassioned plea for a wife. I had no idea at the time I penned that entry that in exactly eight years to the day, I would stand trembling in the front of the church, watching my bride walk toward me down the aisle .
The skeptic can dismiss such coincidences as pure chance–and maybe it is. But as I read my sappy and inconsistent journal entries, I can’t help seeing Psalm 23 in action. Each one tells of some trial or triumph the Shepherd saw me through. Even some of the most trivial entries relate an experience that completely changed my understanding of God and myself.
I highly recommend journaling if you don’t do it already. For a writer, it’s just good practice to take regular snapshots of your thoughts and experience. And as a follower of Christ, an occasional reading of your old entries can be very encouraging, and you might see trends in you life that you might miss just living day-to-day.
Wednesday, May 4, 2011
I Destroy Bookstores

