@BisbanoWrites I guess I’m not going to the conference, I said to myself. I was convinced you wanted me to go, Lord. I began to close my laptop—BING. In 2015 I asked God to allow me to go to the Blue Ridge Christian Writers Conference. It would be my first…

@BisbanoWrites Grief paralyzes. I want to forget the sting of death. I’ve been to too many funerals this month, I said to myself, as I remember the blank faces of friends and family who don’t know Jesus.  My heart aches for those with no hope of heaven. My favorite Netflix…

@BisbanoWrites Do you remember the excitement and fear when your first book, article, or blog was published? I’m not a nervous person, but my stomach did cartwheels as the release date of my article drew near. Who am I to write about writing? Will people like it? Will they think…

“I can’t go to a conference. It’s expensive, and I can’t get the time off,” my friend said. She was right. A conference costs time and money. If you ask anyone who has attended one, however, they will say it was worth every penny - and second - they spent.…

by Cherrilynn Bisbano @bisbanowrites My life came to a halt, again. I know that sounds dramatic for a bump on the head, but I couldn’t read, drive, or work for two months—doctors’ orders. Now, if my daily routine changed for a writer’s conference, visitors, or a vacation, I would rejoice.…

by Cherrilynn Bisbano @bisbanowrites I feel like a fraud, a fake, a “wanna-be” writer who somehow made it into the wrong line and no one noticed. I am amongst elite writers, and not one of them realizes that I don’t belong. Yes, I can talk the talk—I wear my mask…