The Tear, Sliding Down My Cheek

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It was a long week this week. Filled with walks for exercise to stay healthy. The Covid19, news everywhere, attending an afternoon workshop on the topic of Immigration Law & Policy, and the daily leadership requirements of Relationships of the Heart for Leaders.

BUT

After a long week, I am writing to you my friends, and it is 2:38 a.m. in the morning.

Go ahead ask the question, “Why are you writing this blog post at 2:38 am? The answer is simple. I was sooooo very busy on Friday, I did not have a cup of coffee until mid evening.

My plan was to have one cup, but I continued to slowly sip more than one, and here I am writing to you.

Lately, I am struggling a bit as a writer. It’s not because, I am experiencing writer’s block, or that I do not have the time.

It is because, I am working on a book, that is difficult to place on paper. It is the stark truth, about living in a mid size city.

The difficulty is, the truth on the underside of the city is beginning to surface. It is the underside of a city, that has been submerged under a pile of denial for years.

AND NOW

there is a big part of the story, that I will not need to share or write about.

Why? Because it is no longer hidden. It is in the news, online,and it is tearing apart families.

Homicide, guns, stabbing, drugs, alcohol, theft, abuse, committed by the young and the old.

Amongst the new buildings, parks, festivals, committees, and promotions, the homeless walk, ride bikes, and some carry backpacks.  The young and the old.

They silently walk in and out of all that shines, and promotes beauty. Many have a tired look on their faces, but they continue on.

As for me, I continue to work on my book, and one day, the full story will be revealed.

One woman, who arrived in a city many years ago. She began her journey in the city, in the corporate world, and eventually became part of the city that no one sees.

In this city I learned what it is like, to lose almost everything I own. I learned what it is liked to live on the edge of homelessness. I learned about how people judge, and about power control.  I learned what it is to be faceless, and the necessity of a zip code or to become a number.

Eventually I will leave this city behind, and my book will be published.

The book will be dedicated to the people of the hometown I left behind long ago. They loved me enough to let me go. They taught me about community.

The book will also be dedicated to my parents.

As I write this, a tear falls down my cheek. I miss my Father, so very much. He left us a few short years ago, in his 80’s. My mother is still with us, but someday she will be gone too.

AND NOW

I press on…My prayer is that you will do the same.

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Welcome to 2020!

How can we serve you?

Dropping by with a quick message. I will be back soon, with a blog post sharing with you, everything that is now available.

AND

a peek into what is to come!

Persist in your writing, and don’t give up! Let’s make 2020, a year of crossing the finish line.

Let’s start the New Year off with a few comments. Share below what you are working on, in the area of your writing. If you desire to share details, go for it. If you desire to share one word or a few that is good too!

A Hurting Heart, Turned Inside Out

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For the Month of May, 2019. Purchase the paperback version of, “A Hurting Heart Turned Inside Out.”

Paperback Price- $9.00 for paperback version. $9.00 includes shipping and tax. This is for the USA only.

If you are outside the USA, contact me.  Nancy@Relationshipswithnancy.com

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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.