Guest Post by Stephanie Nelson
Stephanie Nelson grew up in a small town in southwestern Wyoming. With her husband of twenty years, Stephanie busily manages her menagerie – also known as a small farm – four rambunctious boys and two adorable little girls. Actively involved in the LDS church and community, Stephanie teaches and supports her children in their various church, school, 4H, and social activities. Stephanie was inspired to write by her sister, Nicole Keller and by June Marie Saxton – fellow author, friend and cousin-in-law.
Yes, you read that right. Writing can be therapeutic. Writing can be a way to get your frustrations out in a constructive way. As a mom of six kids, I have had to learn and relearn this concept. I’ve had a really rough several years and as such, I’ve really let my writing slip to the point where I wasn’t writing at all. Not a word. Not a peep (except for on social media). It took me sinking into the depths of despair and an extremely irate customer at work to finally make me snap. To pull me out of the hole I had dug for myself. It took that one moment, that one proverbial straw, to get myself back on track. Back to what I love. Back to the release I needed. Back to being a healthy human being – in mind, body and soul.
I’ll spare you the details of the whole spiral, the customer and the crash I experienced. What I will tell you about is the drive that followed. The climb. The euphoria. The summit. I had been strong for so long that when I crashed, I quite literally was broken in spirit. I couldn’t function even to make dinner. I sat in my chair that evening, looking at the computer that had just been released from the electronics hospital. It took monumental effort to rise, walk the five feet across the living room and press the button, coaxing the great beast to life. It was with my new steed that I was able to ride the winds of change out of the quagmire I found myself in.
It hasn’t been easy. There have been days I’ve wanted to quit. With the encouragement of my beta readers, my writer friends and my sister, I somehow found the courage to post my first chapter of my novel, Push To Happiness, on WattPad. And I cried. I cried tears that my baby was somehow no longer my baby. I cried that my darlings would be “out there” without my protection. I cried that my security net of privacy had holes.
And then the reviews came. Friends and family, even people I didn’t know, called and messaged me. “We want more! Please write.” With that, the floodgates opened and I learned how to surf. How to ride the waves. How to write again. I felt the overwhelming drive to be better. To learn. To BECOME a writer.
At the beginning of November, like so many others, I started my NaNo project. I can’t believe how overwhelmingly fun it’s been. I’ve absolutely loved the journey, the characters, the story. I’ve loved the process, the brainstorming, the research. With only eight thousand words to write in the next eleven days, the summit is in sight. Will I stop there? No. There’ll be a bigger mountain. A higher summit. The possibility of publication is on the other side of that mountain. So, I’ll keep reaching, writing, learning and growing. I will climb. I will soar. I will continue to Write for MY Health.