Hunter Dansin


This is the eternal renewal. – Virginia Woolf

This phrase from the end of The Waves has been hanging in my mind lately. How everyday we are renewed when we sleep and wake, how relationships fade and then renew as we separate and come back together, how creative energy waxes and wanes, how we celebrate Easter to remember that the tomb is empty.

“Yes, this is the eternal renewal.” And yet even on the mountain of renewal, we remember that we will go down again, that joy is sometimes a plodding thing that we do not know we have until we have been carrying it for some time. Writing, like life, is no paved way. It requires endurance and eternally renewed hope.


One page at a time. What more can I say? Writing is hard, but I think I have a clarity about the process that is very helpful. I am trying to let the story unfold itself to the end, while at the same time understanding that I can go back and change it in the rewrite and edit.


I have been experiencing an obsession with the guitar that I haven't felt in a long time. It feels like a renewal of the energy that got me my first calluses back in high school. Will be trying to figure out more things by ear and hopefully start to climb past the plateau that I feel I have been at for a long time.


Sorry friends, I can't promise when episodes will be up. But they will be eventually. As long as I am alive anyway.


Exciting stuff coming. Our first in person episodes ever!


Re-reading The Lord of the Rings again. Feels like coming home. I was worried I might not like it, or that my imagination would be somehow too polluted to enjoy it, but it feels fresh, and there are many parts I totally forgot. There is so much we forget about a book. Tolkien was not a novelist, but like Thomas Hardy, he worked and worked to make all the “incorrect” techniques he uses come together in a form that achieves his goal. It's the only way to do real writing in my opinion. It is also encouraging to learn that Tolkien finished the whole series before they were published, and thought of them as one book. I am going to try and follow his example.

Also reading Disruptive Witness by Alan Noble. Unfortunately, Hoopla only lets you rent the audiobook, so my thoughts are not as clear on it, but it has been really timely and insightful. Noble tries to tackle the problem of how to live out a faith in Jesus in a world that is constantly distracted, and how easy it is for Christians to treat our religion as just another hashtag in our identity. It is very challenging and somewhat academic, but I highly recommend it. It may not speak to you as much if you are not a Christian, but he cites a lot of non-Christian sources, and his example about how “non-religious” art can sometimes (most of the time) be a more sincere and beautiful evidence for the goodness and beauty of God than explicit religious art was validating.

Also re-reading East of Eden for the podcast (recorded our take on the first part!) It has been a real joy to get back into. As always happens with Steinbeck his style starts creeping into my writing. I'm trying to keep it in check, but it is hard. It never comes off as well because I do not have his mastery (yet?)

#april2024 #update

Thank you for reading! To echo a sentiment from Thomas Hardy, I greatly regret that I will never be able to meet you in person and shake your hand, but perhaps we can virtually shake hands via my newsletter, social media, or a cup of coffee sent over the wire. They are poor substitutes, but they can be a real grace in this intractable world.

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February actually felt like winter, both physically and spiritually. I felt like I was hunkering down and just surviving. Nothing extreme happened, but I just barely maintained a writing habit. This month is looking pretty busy as well, but I'm going to try and keep chipping away.


I am now at the end of any previous draft material, so it is exciting but also difficult to keep pushing. One page at a time though. I also wrote a lent reflection, which I will post on here after this. Subscribe if you want to read it!


Work on the audiobook fell to the wayside. I'll get to it eventually. I've been playing more guitar and feeling some of the old amp/gear lust I felt in high school (I used to watch the proguitarshopdemo YouTube religiously). In the end though, a good guitarist can make almost anything sound good, and my gear is more than adequate. I've been transferring some tracks to, which will be the new home for my music. I'm kind of amazed that it exists, and really grateful for an ad-free, unlimited platform to share and collaborate on.

I also entered the TinyDesk concert for the first time. Thank you to my friend for encouraging me to do it. You can watch my entry here:


I think we're coming out of hibernation. Hopefully you will hear something by the end of the month!


I read Go Tell it on the Mountain by James Baldwin and loved it. There is a great podcast in which Dr. Cornell West says that James Baldwin wants to be an honest man. He tells the painful truth with so much tenderness and passion, and the story of salvation and the struggle of faith resonated with my soul. John's (the main character's) conversion is some of the most visionary and powerful writing I have encountered.

For listening I enjoyed Son House, and also discovered Earl Hooker, who as far as I can tell is a criminally underrated blues guitarist. He has an effortless style and a great amount of restraint when playing, but the effect he achieves is really impressive. I found him because I was looking for some examples of slide playing in standard tuning, as I'd like to use the slide more.

Here's a quote from Go Tell it on the Mountain:

“Out of joy strength came, strength that was fashioned to bear sorrow: sorrow brought forth joy. Forever? This was Ezekiel's wheel, in the middle of the burning air forever — and the little wheel ran by faith, and the big wheel ran by the grace of God.

“Elisha?” he said.

“If you ask Him to bear you up,” said Elisha, as though he had read his [John's] thoughts, “He won't never let you fall.

“It was you,” he said, “wasn't it, Who prayed me through?”

“We was all praying, little brother,” said Elisa.”

#march #update #jamesbaldwin

First, thank you for reading! To echo a sentiment from Thomas Hardy, I greatly regret that I will never be able to meet you in person and shake your hand, but perhaps we can virtually shake hands via my newsletter, social media, or a cup of coffee sent over the wire. They are poor substitutes, but they can be a real grace in this intractable world.

Send me a kind word or a cup of coffee:

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Well, what a month. I feel like I am just now getting over the hangover from 2023. I turned 30. All my creative endeavors were a struggle, but I struggled on. Not looking forward to this year because of the election... But I have decided to show my work by my actions rather than my words, as far as that is possible for a writer...


Another year has gone. Didn't get much done in December as the latter half of the month was all for family. Did a lot of traveling. Tiring but worth it to share the joy of our kids. I have been reflecting on how, when we meet with family, we are often just as challenged as we are refreshed; and I am sure some families are more often challenged by each other. Living apart (in our case in different states), means that we develop different routines that are not always good for us. What we eat, when we get up, the things we meditate on and distract ourselves with. Visiting family can help us reflect on our strengths and weaknesses, if we take enough time to stop focusing on others' deficiencies...


Wow, November went fast. I suppose I shouldn't be surprised. Thanksgiving cut into writing time and overall productivity this month — but seeing family was worth it.


Book 2/3 and Audiobook

I have decided to start doing semi-regular updates for what I am working on and what I am reading and consuming. At most I will publish one once a month.


Sorry for the radio silence. My wife and I took a vacation to Disney (my first time!), so I haven't had a whole lot of time to do research and write. I have had a lot of time to think, however, and I've decided to research colonialism and see if there are any comparisons between colonization of the “New World” and the colonization of the internet. I've spent some time narrowing it down and have a thesis to work with.


Disclaimer: I mean no disrespect to other bloggers and writers on any of the platforms that this is read. I do however, mean to disrespect the current ad-driven, marketing-centric model that dominates the blogging and internet writing landscape, which seems to reward quantity over quality.

In Walden, Henry David Thoreau tells a story about an Indigenous man who weaves a basket and tries to sell it to a well-known lawyer in town. The lawyer refuses, saying he does not want any, astonishing the Indigenous man. Thoreau writes: “Having seen his industrious white neighbors so well off – that the lawyer had only to weave arguments, and, by some magic, wealth and standing followed – he had said to himself: I will go into business; I will weave baskets. Thinking that when he had made the baskets he would have done his part, and then it would be the white man's to buy them. He had not discovered that it was necessary for him to make it worth the other's while to buy them, or at least make him think that this was so...