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The journals of Nancy J. A story of wandering, searching and battle.
Photo- My desk in Africa in 2009. Looking out my guest house window.
Photo- The view from my desk in Africa. Each morning I watched the shops open for business. Many of the businesses were operated by women.
Next Week is the week! I will begin sharing a few thoughts from my journals on, “The Life Time Writer.”
My pages are filled with words of the ups and downs of life. Years ago he big struggle began when my feet landed in my current city.
Up, down, sideways, including legalism and battles specifically fought as a woman in the business world and the world of religion.
Life on paper…
To be continued…
Hearts are turned inside out, when Alzheimer’s arrives at our doorstep.
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.
The struggle of writing requirements, overrides our desires.
I begin my morning scanning through the files on my computer. I am looking for a folder with a list of characters for a fiction book.
I am unable to find the character sheet, but I locate the outlines for other books I am working on.
I scan the memoir, the community book, the outline for a future course and an idea sheet for writing topics.
I stop at the community book folder and long to open the file and work on this book today. It is calling my name. It is calling me, please spend time with me.
this is not to be.
Instead I close the file and move back into focusing on the online course I am writing and designing on the topic of a quiet heart.
Then…..after a few hours I will move back to the book writing that is calling my name.
Write on my friends, do what needs to be finished then move into the file that is calling your name.
How to fit into our lives what we love. Writing, reading and time.
In my last post I wrote about writing styles and working on revisions for a conference I lead on relationships.
I am finding I am doing better at writing in small chunks when I must change styles. How about you?
This week it was time to change my writing style once again. I am still not working on the community book, BUT I am getting closer.
From Monday to Friday–
I wrote the script for a podcast, aired live and filled in many blanks for the course. I wrote copy for a power point and recorded a companion video.
In the middle of all of this I managed to read a few pages in a biography. Format- hard cover book! Why? This moves me away from my technology for a short time.
Next week it is time to take the step! What step? It is time to place into my schedule a time to work on the book focused on community. (I mentioned it in the previous blog post.)
This will be a challenging week, because it will require me to move from online course writing to book writing, to podcasting!
How about you; are you willing to be stretched in your writing style, reading style and schedule?
If we really want to reach a goal, including goals that do not include writing we must be willing to incorporate self discipline into our life.
A few simple tips-
My blog post time is up! It is now time for me to go back and work on the writing for the online Relationship Course. I scheduled 30 minutes more and then it is time to relax.
Happy writing, and please do not be afraid of writing in and reading various styles. In today’s world they are only a keystroke or screen slide away.
Staying on the writing journey with you.
The Relationship Institute