Memoir Writing, From the Desk to the Deck

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On Friday afternoon I dived into my memoir writing. I began with a few rambling notes. Then I moved to a rough draft introduction, and finally into chapter titles.

This version is my rough, rough, draft. It is the place where I lay aside perfect grammar, and perfect punctuation. It is the place where I allow whatever begins to flow from this section of my life to flow.

I moved from typing in my office, to the deck outside my door, to writing in cursive. I love to sit outside, with no shoes, dressed in comfy clothes, with sheets of paper, pens and highlighters in front of me.

The place I love, the place I find peace, the place of no perfection. Only my thoughts of my past and my current life.

The place of memoir. The place of admitting, this is my 3rd book, and it possibly will change my life and the life of others once it is available to the public.

Memoir, a story of a life turned inside out for all to see.

Nancy

“A woman who is determined to enjoy life, no matter what comes her way.”

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Still Alice, When Alzheimer’s Strikes

Hearts are turned inside out, when Alzheimer’s arrives at our doorstep.

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Not long ago I read the book Still Alice and a few days ago watched the movie version of the book.

The book and the movie brought tears to my eyes. The writers of the book and the movie, brought the emotion of an intelligent educated woman who experienced the early onset of Alzheimer’s and opened her heart bare before us.

The book and movie reveals to us everyday raw emotion in an impossible situation. The deep struggle of the woman, when she received the diagnosis, along with losing touch with everything dear to her.

The adult children grappling with the fact that the day would arrive when the mother they loved would not recognize their faces.

A husband who loved his wife dearly, grappling with his wife’s illness. At the beginning denial, and a continued all consuming love for his wife, and his adult children as her mind descended into blankness.

For a few minutes I pressed pause for the video, because this story was taking me back to  a time long ago.

I recall the day my Grandfather visited our home. He was sitting in a chair in our living room with his head in his hands. He was crying, and repeating over and over, “I can’t find my way home. I don’t know how to get home.”

My mother stood next to him and was trying to console him.

I have never forgotten that day, because this was the day we all realized my Grandfather was no longer able to be alone.

You see, my Grandfather lived in a house a short distance from  my parent’s. For me this experience was sudden.

My Grandfather was not as young as the Alice we read about in the book or watch in the movie. He was elderly, but this did not make it any easier. The Grandfather who was always in my life from the day I was born, was gone.

Today I was looking through a few photos from long ago. One of the photos touched my heart and brought a smile to my lips. It is a photo of my Grandfather holding my tiny little daughter, who is now not far from being 40 years old.

It is a special photo, that I will cherish forever and eventually I will pass it on to my daughter who is the baby he is holding.

Emotion, tears, anger, rejection, sadness, joy, rage, denial, loss, love, perseverance. All real emotions we will experience in our lives. Raw, revealing, and hearts exposed to the reader and movie watcher.

To my writing friends; don’t be afraid to reveal emotions in your writing. In this way we will touch the hearts of our readers in ways that may even bring healing to their lives.

 

 

Did you know there are angels among us?

Have you even noticed that many who write do their best writing when in the middle of struggles?

Lyrics to Angels Among Us

I was walking home from school, on a cold winter day
Took a shortcut through the woods, and I lost my way
It was getting late, and I was scared and alone
But then a kind old man, took my hand, and led me home
Mama couldn’t see him, oh but he was standing there
And I knew in my heart, he was the answer to my prayers

Oh I believe there are, angels among us
Sent down to us, from somewhere up above
They come to you and me, in our darkest hours
To show us how to live, to teach us how to give
To guide us with the light of love

When life held troubled times, and had me down on my knees
There’s always been someone, to come along, and comfort me
A kind word from a stranger, to lend a helping hand
A phone call from a friend, just to say, I understand
But ain’t it kind of funny, at the dark end of the road
That someone lights the way, with just a single ray of hope

Oh I believe there are, angels among us
Sent down to us, from somewhere up above
They come to you and me, in our darkest hours
To show us how to live, to teach us how to give
To guide us with the light of love

They wear so many faces, show up in the strangest places
To grace us with their mercy, in our time of need

Oh I believe there are, angels among us
Sent down to us, from somewhere up above
They come to you and me, in our darkest hours
To show us how to live, to teach us how to give
To guide us with the light of love
To guide us with a light of love