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My book is here!!!

Today is 22 February 2024. On 24 February 2020, I finished the first draft of Finding Peace: Devotionals for Christians With Anxiety. What followed was a maelstrom of “Oh, hell, where is my therapist when I need him?” and editing this book to within an inch of its life–and that was before sending it off to a professional editor. Then it loitered in my computer for a few years, trapped by its creator’s fear that it’d be rejected. Until a certain daughter of mine broadcast to friends and family alike that I’d written a book.

Today my print copy came, and I’m so excited! I finally get to say, “Buy my book.” My hope is to make enough money off this book to launch the next one, and then eventually to be able to help other writers publish their books. The goal is not only my own success as a writer, but that of others, as well.

Click the link to get your copy. And thank you.

FINDING PEACE: Devotionals for Christians With Anxiety
Nesbitt, Sara D and Aykut, Anday
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Books Writing

Clicking “Submit”

I am usually the last person you’ll hear talk about “submitting” to anything or anyone, but sometimes “submit” brings with it the greatest feeling of freedom. In the words of Luvvie Ajiyi Jones, it’s like going from swimming to floating.

As I type this, I’m floating. I’m in warm Caribbean waters, floating on my back, letting the gentle waves bouy me. Water laps into my ears, drowning out all sounds. The sun is warm on my face and chest, and every part of me is relaxing on the water, trusting it to hold me up. In my fantasies, of course. In reality, I’m sitting in the living room on a grey, chilly winter day.

You see, today was a “submit” day. Today was the day I chose to do our taxes for the year. My goal used to be to have them done before the beginning of soccer season just because taxes take a number of hours to do, and I didn’t want to start late or have to take a break from them once I got started. It quickly gets addicting having the relief of taxes done and the refund sitting in the account before the end of February. I was going to work on them last weekend but got invited out for coffee, and that was a more important thing in my world.

Today I clicked “submit” or, rather, “file federal return.” Our taxes are done. The IRS has accepted them, and I don’t have to worry about them now. Having that burden off my shoulders was tremendous! And even though I only usually promote my personal stuff, let me just say that Tax Act made filing so ridiculously easy!

On Tuesday I clicked “submit” on another big project–my book. It’s gone through a bajillion tweaks, especially the cover. The last copy was the best, and I ordered a print copy to see how the beautiful eproof will translate to paper binding. Hopefully, that’ll arrive late next week. That was something else that I’m happily getting off my shoulders so I can turn my focus to my next book.

Ahhh, yes. The next book. A work of heart, soul, and psyche. This one is brutal to write. It started with a really good therapy session, a session that left me feeling like my psyche had gone ten rounds with Mohammed Ali and also that it’d taken 240 volts. It felt bruised, battered, worn out, and energized all at once. That’s a damn good session, right there! I texted that to my male bestie. I didn’t want to blow up his phone with texts about it so I just texted that I’d fill him in tomorrow. (It was evening when we were having this convo.) I was going to email it, but then I thought, I want to be able to build on this as necessary without fear of accidentally clicking “send” prematurely. So I put everything into a .doc. By the time I was done, it was 3 1/2 pages, single-spaced. (To give you an idea, a solid 20-minute sermon is four pages.) I emailed it to him. The following morning I started editing. Not long after that, I put it into my bookwriting app. I’ll share more details about this book in a future post.

In beginning this book, I submitted to something bigger and more powerful than I alone–the power of story and its ability to connect us to others who share our pain.

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Writing

First Kiss

In writing, it’s important to show, not tell. I’m practicing showing. I hope you enjoy.

A casual moment. You catch each other’s eyes, hold them just a moment too long. The air around you sizzles with electricity. Quick inhale in a nearly inaudible gasp. Lashes cast quick shadows on suddenly hot cheeks as you steal a glance at the other’s mouth before your gaze returns to their eyes. The question hovers there, unspoken: May I kiss you?

You move toward each other. One asks the question on a soft exhale: “May I kiss you?”

“Yes,” the other breathes the answer into your mouth before breaths mingle and lips touch for the first time.

It’s heady and exciting. Electricity arcs between you and courses through your veins, making your fingertips tingle where they touch the back of the other’s neck. Your blood flows heavy and languid as you sink into the kiss, savoring this first taste of the other.

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Ministry Writing

Reflections and Lessons, 2020 edition

As I sit here at the tail end of 2020 and look back at this rather interesting year, I have the opportunity to reflect on the lessons this year has taught me and to see ways in which I’ve certainly changed.

First, my Facebook memories reminded me of how much I was looking forward to putting 2016 behind me. I hope this isn’t going to be a trend every four years!

This year began hopeful. My teen was going into her second semester of dual enrollment and excited about having in-person classes after a semester of doing all online classes. She was busting her hiney and the days started early, but she enjoyed the vibe and energy of being in a college classroom. My tween was going to be wrapping up her life as an elementary school student and looking forward to what lay ahead of her–mission camp just for rising sixth graders, her last spring children’s program at church, and “graduating” from children’s ministry into youth. There’d be a year when both my girls would be in youth group together. (I joked to our youth minister that I’d be praying extra for him, and to let me know if I needed to make a liquor run for him.)

In late February, I finished the first rough draft of my book Finding Peace. Hours at the library while my teen was in class afforded me ample time to write and concentrated time to teach my tween, leaving my afternoons and evenings free to work (when I wasn’t working out in some way). For a writer, these were halcyon, though busy, days. Every day in January and February, I met my writing goals with words to spare.

Then March hit. We had no idea how bad it’d be. The first thing in our lives to fall was school; my teen’s classes went back to all online. It was tough. There were just some classes that needed to be in person for her optimal learning, and her English professor hosed the class over horribly. Church was the next to go. Then soccer season, dance classes, the dance recital, yoga classes, and finally, the highlight of my tween’s year–marine biology camp. We cried together over this loss.

In two months of non-stop losses, living in this crisis mode, trying to understand the pandemic and how to keep ourselves safe, we adapted to new ways of being. Counseling appointments involved long walks and phone sessions. I spent hours a week working out–walking, yoga, weight training–everything I’d been doing before the shutdown. Our hair got long, we adopted the mask life, and we emailed and wrote letters and cards like never before. Suddenly, emails and texts weren’t good enough.

But then in the midst of the losses, gains started showing up. My pastor-friend Cynthia who pastors a Presbyterian church outside of Philly invited me to join in a ladies’ Bible study via Zoom. Over the course of the coming weeks and months, I got the pleasure of getting to know these awesome ladies and learning from them. As the summer blew up with Black Lives Matter peaceful protests and Confederate monuments came crashing down across the south, my rural southern self got to share experiences and perspectives with my new urban/suburban northern friends.

As summer wore on, the refusal of people to abide by simple rules (wear masks and maintain social distance) irritated me. All these people shouting, “My body, my choice!” were overlooking the most basic, simple task of loving others by keeping their germs to themselves. I stayed away from people for the most part, getting out to go grocery shopping (masked and sanitized with handwashing and sanitizing my phone when I got home). We went to the beach where we could enjoy fresh air, sunshine, fun, and organic social distancing.

My teen and I dared to go to the beach for a weekend, staying in a new beachfront hotel. Even though hotel stays are higher risk than we’re accustomed to, we were comfortable with the owner’s Covid response. Most people followed the rules with no problems, and, hey, we were at the beach.

As school started in mid-summer, I expanded my ministry to include my tween’s best friend in our homeschool. I did it mostly to help the girl and her mom. I learned that not everyone is appreciative of what others do for them. I discovered that some people will take advantage of my kindness, and even with a successful homeschool teacher and environment, parent involvement is still mandatory for student success. Now I have a whole new appreciation for what my teacher friends go through.

With any and every ministry, it’s vital to know when to let go. It’s important to recognize when the work is done, when the helper has maxed out her resources, and when it’s time to bless the parishioner and send them on to somewhere that can grab the baton and carry them farther. That time came. My family affirmed this nudging from the Spirit as well as admitting they’re happy they’ll have more of me again.

I learned the importance of self care. I neglected myself for a few months and started feeling the effects of it. The time I’d had in the spring to walk, practice yoga, and tone up disappeared by the fall. By the time my other student went home, it was time to start making dinner.

I learned that I have absolutely no patience or tolerance for narcissistic, self-centered, attention-seeking people. As social distancing and staying at home continued, my social media streams began to annoy me. “Tell me how great I am” posts or endless selfies searching for praise and compliments made me gag. I wondered repeatedly how people can be so narcissistic. It seemed that people needed more and more affirmations from other people when I was thinking, “Let God give you your affirmations, not your social media friends.”

This self-centered behavior went offline, stepping off the screens and manifesting itself in real-life situations. As the pandemic wore on and all the cautionary steps got old and tedious, I heard more and more lame excuses for not wearing masks. One woman told me, “God will protect me from the virus” as her family and she attended church where almost no one masks. Yet, she owns a gun, buckles her little one in his booster seat, and bought a taser for her elementary-aged child “for her protection.” I guess God’s protection only happens within the walls of the church? My teen visited my parents’ church and, after observing the lackadaisical attitudes about mask wearing and safety, declared, “If I were looking for a church or new to Christianity, that would turn me off of the faith entirely.” Christians are supposed to follow the example set by Christ and sacrifice and show love to others, not violate the Torah by testing God.

I learned that I have developed zero tolerance for Christians who aren’t willing to live into Jesus’ command to “Love one another as I have loved you.” Jesus loved us all the way to the cross, but we can’t love each other enough to strap a bit of cotton over our noses and mouths to protect others from our germs.

Maybe it’s my age, but I learned I have zero fucks left to give. Then again, this has been the case for a while. There are people the thought of whom sparks joy for me, and there are people who give me an ugly feeling in my gut. I don’t have time or psychic energy to waste on users and people who are careless with those outside of themselves. I make time for people who have it all together with humility and joy, who can magnify positive energy. I can let go of the former and embrace the latter as we journey together into the New Year. Journey with me as we share love, positivity, and bless each other and those we encounter.

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Writing

Fabulous Writer’s Tool

As an emerging writer, I don’t have a database, either mental or physical, of names that I can pull out of the air when I need one. This often leads me digging through a mental stash of male or female names based on the characteristics of my characters. I was writing earlier today and needed a last name for a character in my story. I thought, Hmmm.  I wonder if there’s a last name generator out there? Well, lo and behold, there is! It’s not just for last names; this site will help you generate all sorts of names. This is definitely a huge “win” for us writers, especially emerging ones.

If you’re writing and you need help with names, be sure to check out the Name Generator. You can use it to create all sorts of names for your story or book. If you want to have a bit of fun, play around with the dating profile generator. However, do NOT do as I did and play with it in the silent section of your local college library. The librarians are not too fond of patrons laughing while students are trying to study. Just trust me on this. (That dating profile generator might be quite useful if one were to create a Bridget Jones type character.)

What’s the best tool you’ve found for writing, besides the pen or keyboard?

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Writing

The Best Hormone

In yesterday’s post, I listed some neurotransmitters and hormones that writers and speakers use to manipulate their audiences, making them feel and hopefully respond exactly how the writer wishes. I forgot one, though, and I would call this one the best one.

Endorphins are the best hormones in our bodies. They make us feel so divinely good. Think about when you’re exercising, especially if you do serious cardio for a prolonged period of time. You feel the agony when you start to hit your stride – your muscles are screaming and your breath is burning in your chest. Then you get about fifteen minutes in and you start feeling amazing. You feel so good, you’re smiling. That’s from the endorphins.

We feel that endorphin rush when we are in love. We also feel it when we have occasion to laugh. When a writer or speaker can make us laugh, we have positive associations with them, their message, and their medium.

My younger daughter loves to read, but she also likes it when I read to her. She loves books about animals and conservation. Recently, she found a book about a twelve-year-old girl living with a wolf pack in the taiga. The author didn’t anthropromorphize the wolves; they didn’t speak or have other human characteristics. The girl spoke to the wolves, but except for a couple of brief scenes in which she encountered other people, all the conversation went one way, At the same time she checked out that book, I got a book for us to read called Nothing But Trouble. It features two sixth-grade girls who pull off inspired hacks in their school and community. That book featured many human characters, and I like doing voices. This often led to my daughter and me laughing our butts off every time we read. I’m looking forward to reading that author again. I’m not looking forward to reading the author of the wolf series. Why? All those endorphins made reading with my daughter all the more fun, as well as made the story move that much better.

When you’re writing, be sure to create some humorous moments. Whether these moments pepper your story or you use humor to de-escalate your audience after a frightening or intense scene, the endorphin kick from humor helps the reader destress after certain scenes.*

 

*You can see an example of how these chemicals play out in the play Les Miserables. After Fantine’s death scene (sadness, oxytocin), the scene switches to the tavern and the humor of Master of the House. The audience needs this reprieve from the intense sadness and pain of the previous scene.

 

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Writing

How to Manipulate Your Audience

Words are powerful. Words have the power to build up or tear down, the power to start movements and revolutions, the power to communicate ideas. In certain hands, words have the power to manipulate your audience any way you want. My early background is in psychology and counseling with ministry having come later. I often joke, “I know how to manipulate people. If I didn’t, I’d feel honor-bound to return my degrees to the university. But I choose to use my powers for good.” In other words, while I have the academic and practical knowledge to use words and tones to manipulate people’s feelings to make them do or think what I want, I realize that’s wrong and choose not to do it. Well, most of the time. There was that one time I manipulated my husband to follow through on a six-week promise to fix our oven, and it worked. My parents were at the house, and I remember looking at them wryly and saying, “Darn. I almost hate that that worked.” They laughed.

Good speakers and writers know how to use words to make us feel. They use words to make us feel exactly what they want us to feel, knowing that how we feel will impact how we respond. They try – and in many cases succeed – to control our emotions in search for a specific outcome. In the case above, I hit my husband in the wallet; I told him I was going to use part of our tax refund to buy a new oven since he refused to execute the $60 repair on our existing one. He didn’t want to spend the money on something so unnecessary, plus I dinged his manhood: He could fix that oven, dang it!

Think about the books you like to read and how they make you feel. Ever read some Stephen King and have trouble sleeping at night? How did you feel when you read Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince? You had flipped page after page, chapter after chapter, and Rowling did what??? Your breath was coming hard and your heart likely shattered inside of you. If you’re like me, you were probably hoping for that not to be the end, that she was going to – pardon the pun – work some literary magic to undo that scene (you know which one I’m talking about). Yet, it never happened, and we were left dealing with the emotional fallout. She wrote to get that emotional response. (I’ll also confess that I started Deathly Hallows hoping for that reversal. The denial was strong in this one.)

These writers are masters at putting words together in order to get emotional reactions. News pundits and politicians are also experts in using words to manipulate their audiences. They know that their readers and listeners will glom onto key words and ignore the rest. One alt-right yellow journalism source used to tout headlines like, “Envoy of Troops Spotted on Interstate as Obama Possibly Prepares for Martial Law!” They knew that readers would see “troops,” “interstate,” “Obama,” “Martial Law,” and the exclamation point. Cue sudden fear response of “Oh my gosh, Obama is going to enact martial law!” Every election year, there are reports from all sorts of sources digging into people’s fears of losing some right, losing government benefits, war, or any of a plethora of “other” people, people who are different racially, ethnically, sexually, or any of a number of adverbs that we can use to describe people who are not like us.

How do they do this? They use our bodies against us. Whether it’s for entertainment, such as with King or Rowling, or to impart dubious information to sway our opinions, these writers use words to create chemical responses inside of us. All day long, our bodies are producing chemicals, both hormones and neurotransmitters. They produce chemicals to make us feel hungry, sad, happy, scared, worried, sleepy, or excited, and every one of these chemicals serves a biological function.

One of these hormones is oxytocin (not to be confused with oxycodone, the narcotic drug). Oxytocin makes us feel sad or sentimental. It’s the chemical that our bodies release when we feel that tug on our heartstrings. Think about how you may feel when you see a pair of big milk chocolate eyes staring out of an adorable puppy face on the humane society’s website. (Chances are, just thinking about that puppy made you melt a little.) That’s oxytocin. You see oxytocin-producing commercials a lot, especially around the holidays with themes of giving and family. Those commercials make us feel, and when we feel, we remember. There’s a commercial put out by a British grocery chain that produces all the feels, and though I live on the other side of the pond from Britain, I still go back and watch that commercial every year, just for the feels.

Another of the chemicals our bodies produce is dopamine. This neurotransmitter is fascinating to me. When our bodies are in balance, all is well. Too little dopamine in the brain causes schizophrenia, while too much causes Parkinson’s Disease. Yet, it’s so vital to our brains, again, in balance. Dopamine is the “hook.” When you read the first sentence in a book or story, if it produces enough dopamine in your brain, you’ll continue reading. Dopamine makes us want to read the next chapter and the next book. It makes us tune in when the dreaded “to be continued” flashes across the screen at the end of your favorite TV show. Both J. K. Rowling and Dan Brown are two great examples of writers who can get the dope going.

Finally, we have a pairing of hormones that the aforementioned news sources and politicians love to use: Cortisol and adrenaline. I call cortisol “the worry hormone.” Our bodies produce this hormone when we’re worried. Whether it’s a big exam, a looming bill when funds are tight, or anxiety over the future, our brains produce cortisol. Cortisol production disrupts our sleep, leading us to find other ways of staying awake during the day – copious amounts of caffeine, carb loading, or drugs – all of which have adverse affects on our health and can lead to strokes, heart disease, or diabetes.

Adrenaline is a necessary hormone. Adrenaline fires when we have a “fight or flight” response, diverting energy to our muscles and firing up our heart rate and respirations, ensuring our bodies have what we need when we need it. Adrenaline has an evolutionary purpose; it helps us survive. Given that adrenaline causes our heart rate and blood pressure to soar, it’s unhealthy to stay in this state for a long period, and, in fact, being here can be tiring, leading to an “adrenaline crash.” When cortisol and adrenaline are firing in our bodies, we make poor decisions. Think about the chick running through the woods while the serial killer is chasing her. She’s scared – her adrenaline is up – and she turns back to see how close he is and trips over a tree root, at which point the serial killer catches up with her. On any given day, sans homicidal maniac, she’d likely tell you that’s it’s not wise to look behind you when you’re running through the woods because you can trip and fall.

Stephen King is expert at writing in such a way that these hormones flood our systems. He also brings his readers back down, giving them a resolution and not keeping them in that heightened state. The media isn’t nearly so compassionate. They will use own bodies against us to drive an agenda. For example, in 2012, North Carolinians were called upon to vote on Amendment 1. This amendment would recognize all domestic partnerships for the sake of child custody, health care decision making (only health care powers of attorney or spouses can make decisions for someone in North Carolina, not domestic partners, friends, etc.), and provide laws protecting people in non-married domestic relationships from abuse, heterosexual and homosexual alike. In short, this law would provide some much-needed protections to women, children, and other vulnerable segments of the state’s population. What this law would not do was override the existing prohibition against homosexual marriages that would later be overturned at the federal level. In the weeks leading up to the vote, the news outlets were calling Amendment 1 the “gay marriage bill.” The media worded their news coverage in such a way to tweak the insecurities and prejudices of the citizens.

Politicians are also known for using words to manipulate people’s opinions. Also in the great state of North Carolina, a few years later the governor called a special session of the General Assembly to vote on and pass HB2, aka, “the bathroom bill.” This law requires transgender people to use the bathroom corresponding to the gender listed on their birth certificate. The law also created room for discrimination based on sexual orientation state-wide, but that article didn’t get the coverage the rest of the bill did. The lawmakers’ argument behind passing this bill was to “protect women and children” from these transgender sexual predators. They argued that transgenders would go into women’s bathrooms to sexually assault innocent women and children. In fact, when the former governor was running for re-election, he ran as a hero of women’s safety. It doesn’t matter that transgender people are more likely themselves to be assaulted than to assault anyone. Nor does it matter that, if I see someone who appears to be a man in the women’s bathroom, I’m likely to go on the defensive, regardless of whether that “man” has a vagina under his trousers; I’m not going to wait around to find out. So, in fact, the law allows for men dressed as men to go into women’s bathrooms under the guise of being unaltered transgender. The politicians cloaked their behavior in terms of protecting vulnerable women and children, feeding the citizens of the state this lie that there actually was a problem the lawmakers needed to solve with a discriminatory bill. In the aftermath of this law passing, transgender people no longer felt safe in the towns and communities they’d called home and felt it prudent to leave for other states. One reported feeling scared when she went into places she’d frequented many times before, and this lady is a total bad-ass.

In phrasing their news stories the way they did, the media played on the fears of conservatives who were afraid that allowing homosexuals to marry would destroy the institute of the American family – that “textbook” model of mom, dad, and two-point-two kids. They created the threat of the “other” in order to get support for shutting down this amendment that provided protections for some of our most vulnerable citizens. Likewise, the politicians used words to convince the citizenry that there was a problem they needed to fix, creating a problem when one didn’t exist and causing many more problems as a result. Again, they used fear of the ubiquitous “other” to gain support for their agenda. They played on fear, driving up the cortisol and adrenaline, making people seek for a “savior” to protect them, and delivering that. In a calm state, most people probably would be pretty blase’ about the idea of transgender people using the bathroom of the gender they identify with, realizing it’s happened many times and they didn’t even know. However, with the manipulative messages and their playing with the hormones of North Carolinians, the media and lawmakers had the citizens of North Carolina convinced that a real danger existed. It does, but not in members of the LGBT+ community.

As you listen to debates, speeches, and news blurbs and read the same, beware of the messages these sources are conveying. Ask yourself, “What are they really telling me? Are they suggesting I should be afraid of something or someone?” Now try it yourself. Practice writing sentences or paragraphs – you may get carried away – to generate dopamine, oxytocin, cortisol, and adrenaline in your readers. Share your creations below in the comments.

 

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