The Dark Side of Writing, with Nancy

The dark side is a lonely place. It is not a place of community, because in order to write we must be alone. It is not a time of chatting with others. It is a time of pushing through with our writing.

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For some authors a dark side of writing exists. It is the place where our conscious mind enters the scene as we write about emotional pain, grief, suffering, or destruction.

We my cry and feel pain whether we are writing fiction or non-fiction. We may become angry, and frustrated. There will be occasions in this place, where we will want to quit.

This is the dark side of writing. The self-doubt, the self criticism, the questioning of ourselves, wondering if what we write is good enough for others to read.

The dark side is a lonely place. It is not a place of community, because in order to write we must be alone. It is not a time of chatting with others. It is a time of pushing through with our writing. Even if we cry as we write about our life experience or a fictitious situation, the emotion is deep and sometime turns into darkness.

When the moment of darkness arrives we must remind ourselves, this is all part of the journey and life of a writer.  The dark side of a writer is necessary. For this is the place where our emotions will flow out into our writing.

Without darkness, there is no comparison to joy, and laughter. Without laughter and joy there is no comparison for darkness.

The key is, when we find ourselves wading into the dark side, we must be sure we do not stay in this place.

In the middle of today I stepped into the dark side of writing. As I finished, I looked out the window and the sun is shining brightly and soon I will venture out for a walk, to ensure, I step back out into the beauty of life.

Staying in the darkness is not an option…

Your comments and thoughts are welcome.



Excerpt from my Memoir, An Imperfect Woman

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I am releasing an excerpt from my Memoir to be released in 2019. 

This is a rough copy of a couple of very small segments of my life and is a non edited version, and is not necessarily the order of the paragraphs of the book when it is finished.

Not long ago, I listened to a teaching about David in the Old Testament. David was a man who loved God, and tried to obey. Did he mess up, yes but we still read he was a man following after the heart of God.

Nothing has changed in the area of our human nature. As Christians we point fingers at leaders who make mistakes, we blast them in text messages to others, we post trash about them and crucify them with words on social media, and in blogs.

In all of this God reminds me of the words, grace and mercy.
The word for today is, “However, when they persisted in questioning Him, He straightened up and said, “He who is without [any] sin among you, let him be the first to throw a stone at her.” John 8:7 AMP

As this word unfolded in my heart today, I was reminded that God allows me an imperfect woman to serve him, and to touch the hearts of leaders in the nations, with the love of Jesus Christ.

Just like Paul in 2 Corinthians 11:27;  I have labored and toiled and have often gone without sleep; I have known hunger and thirst and have often gone without food; I have been cold and naked.”

Although I definitely have not been naked, I know what it feels like to go shopping with people who spend a large amount of money, as I stand by and politely watch.

I know what it is like to eat less to feed my children, along with a few years ago as a single. I watched others fill their cupboards with food and eat in fancy restaurants, but I also know days of plenty.

I know what it is like to own a new car, and be on the opposite side with no vehicle and walk in the snow on a cold winter day to the bank and market. I know what is feels like to walk home in the snow-covered side walks with full bags. I know what it feels like to hear people complain about their homes, their full cupboards, and their vehicles.

Yet, in all of this I continue on, with whatever God places in my hand and extend grace and mercy to those who have more than me.

18 years ago I sat across the desk from a Pastor who was assisting me to walk through a difficult time in life. I recall  when I said, “I cannot do this!!

I was at the beginning of what I do now. He replied, ” What is that in your hand?” Next he simply stated, ” the only thing God gave to Moses was a staff.”

So no matter what happens in the area of finances and my abilities, just like Moses with only a staff, I will press on. And as I go, I forgive daily, for if I do not the Father will not forgive me.

~Nancy Watta~