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Eva’s Byte #420 – The Keys
Not 9 ½ weeks—but, for each of the 52 weeks in a year, I’ve managed to come up with a weekly blog topic. Hence, the # symbol represents just how many weeks I’ve pulled through.
This week’s topic was a no-brainer. Literally!
Rummaging through my handbag while wheeling a grocery cart out of the supermarket and through the parking lot toward my vehicle, I couldn’t deny the keys to my apartment building and unit weren’t in there.
During the drive home, I had a sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach because I have a place to live with no means to get inside.
Theoretically.
In actuality, I was able to enter the mail room/lounge area without a key, and buzz the manager to let me inside the building. From there, I went to her office and explained what had happened. Together, we walked to my apartment for her to unlock the door. She, good-naturedly. Me, feeling foolish. My own harshest critic when it comes to writing, I’m a Type A personality who hits the ground running without allowing myself a margin for error.
“When you’re a Jet, you’re a Jet all the way…” (West Side Story)
By the way, the keys were on the kitchen counter.
There’s a first time for everything, but I’ll be darned if it happens again. I stowed a spare set in my handbag. I’d just better not leave the original set behind when I go out for my daily walks around the property.
In the capacity of a writer, I finished drafting Chapter 33 (531 words) in Part 2 of my Contemporary work in progress. I’m currently drafting Chapter 34 (208 words thus far).
*May each of us pay attention to the devil in the details during creative endeavors and mundane tasks.
My sincere appreciation to you for reading this far.
Eva’s Authors Den Page: http://www.authorsden.com/evapasco
This week’s topic was a no-brainer. Literally!
Rummaging through my handbag while wheeling a grocery cart out of the supermarket and through the parking lot toward my vehicle, I couldn’t deny the keys to my apartment building and unit weren’t in there.
During the drive home, I had a sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach because I have a place to live with no means to get inside.
Theoretically.
In actuality, I was able to enter the mail room/lounge area without a key, and buzz the manager to let me inside the building. From there, I went to her office and explained what had happened. Together, we walked to my apartment for her to unlock the door. She, good-naturedly. Me, feeling foolish. My own harshest critic when it comes to writing, I’m a Type A personality who hits the ground running without allowing myself a margin for error.
“When you’re a Jet, you’re a Jet all the way…” (West Side Story)
By the way, the keys were on the kitchen counter.
There’s a first time for everything, but I’ll be darned if it happens again. I stowed a spare set in my handbag. I’d just better not leave the original set behind when I go out for my daily walks around the property.
In the capacity of a writer, I finished drafting Chapter 33 (531 words) in Part 2 of my Contemporary work in progress. I’m currently drafting Chapter 34 (208 words thus far).
*May each of us pay attention to the devil in the details during creative endeavors and mundane tasks.
My sincere appreciation to you for reading this far.
Eva’s Authors Den Page: http://www.authorsden.com/evapasco
