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get into today's story. On the night of June 1, 2018,

68-year-old Nancy Krampton Brophy sat in bed with her computer on her lap,

and the home she shared with her husband in the suburb of Beaverton, Oregon.

Nancy was trying to work on her newest book, but for some reason, she just couldn't focus

on the chapter she was writing. So Nancy was a romance writer who had actually finished

11 novels, and she also ran a blog with some other romance

writers who lived in the area. Now, writing really was Nancy's passion, and she'd been doing it her

whole life. But despite that, she really had not made any real money from writing. She'd never

gotten a legitimate publisher to buy one of her books, so those 11 novels she did, well, they had to be self-published

and basically had to be free online for anybody to read them. And so, in order to keep on writing,

she had to have a day job to pay the bills. In the past, she'd run a catering company,

but now she worked for Medicare. However, despite not having made it big, at least not financially, as a

writer yet, it didn't deter Nancy. I mean, she was totally motivated to keep on writing, because

she believed that, you know, the next thing she wrote was going to be the thing that finally

made her a bestseller and made her famous and financially stable on her writing. However,

tonight, Nancy just felt completely stuck.

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