Eva Pasco's Blog, page 18
June 29, 2022
Eva’s Byte #374 – The Importance of Heeding Ernest
Hemingway.
Considering myself a minimalist who shies away from commitments and obligations which take time away from other facets of life, I devout a meagre amount of time and means to marketing my books. Because the writing process is intense for me, I find that one – two hours of composing per day is all I’m willing to give.
As Hemingway put it:
“The most solid advice for a writer is this, I think: Try to learn to breathe deeply, really try to taste food when you eat, and when you sleep, really try to sleep… Try to be alive. You will be dead soon enough.”
Other work ethics attributed to Hemingway which mirror my own, include:
“There is no rule on how to write. Sometimes it comes easily and perfectly; sometimes it’s like drilling rock and then blasting it out with charges.
“Write the best story that you can and write it as straight as you can.”
As for the importance of heeding Ernest, I’ve barely covered the tip of the iceberg. However, it’s enough to reinforce my way of doing things at my own pace. At this point in time, I’m setting things straight in chapter 14 (1561 words thus far) along my Contemporary work in progress.
*May our guiding principles fortify us to blaze trails along the arduous, creative journey we’ve chosen to embark on.
My sincere appreciation if you’ve read this far.
Eva’s Authors Den Page: http://www.authorsden.com/evapasco
Considering myself a minimalist who shies away from commitments and obligations which take time away from other facets of life, I devout a meagre amount of time and means to marketing my books. Because the writing process is intense for me, I find that one – two hours of composing per day is all I’m willing to give.
As Hemingway put it:
“The most solid advice for a writer is this, I think: Try to learn to breathe deeply, really try to taste food when you eat, and when you sleep, really try to sleep… Try to be alive. You will be dead soon enough.”
Other work ethics attributed to Hemingway which mirror my own, include:
“There is no rule on how to write. Sometimes it comes easily and perfectly; sometimes it’s like drilling rock and then blasting it out with charges.
“Write the best story that you can and write it as straight as you can.”
As for the importance of heeding Ernest, I’ve barely covered the tip of the iceberg. However, it’s enough to reinforce my way of doing things at my own pace. At this point in time, I’m setting things straight in chapter 14 (1561 words thus far) along my Contemporary work in progress.
*May our guiding principles fortify us to blaze trails along the arduous, creative journey we’ve chosen to embark on.
My sincere appreciation if you’ve read this far.
Eva’s Authors Den Page: http://www.authorsden.com/evapasco
June 22, 2022
Eva’s Byte #373 – Clothes-ure
The Empress’s No Clothes
Knowing full well what I’m about to dis-clothes is but a drop in the bucket compared to others’ throes and our world’s woes, my story unfolds.
Indulging in a pick-up and delivery laundry service has proved to be a godsend. So to speak, I’ve changed horses midstream and have retained the current franchise for three years. I’ve been very pleased with their quality care and courtesy. Occasionally, the expected minor bugs have occurred:
Missing sock
Bonus items which I place in a sealed bag for the driver to retrieve when he picks up my laundry
Missing pillowcases for which the proprietor did a week’s laundry at no charge
On Friday of the previous week, a bundle of clean laundry never appeared on my threshold. When I placed a call to the proprietor, he got to the bottom of it, informing me that a new driver delivered elsewhere.
Now, that’s a horse of a different color!
He assured me I’d see my laundry the following day. Nevertheless, I morphed into a Debbie Downer, doubting his promise to deliver. I speculated the dingy prospects of replacing a week’s worth of athletic wear, sleepwear, street clothes, and the beat goes on. For sure, I’d sever ties with the service and become self-reliant by dropping off my laundry at a laundromat.
Sure enough, having gone the distance, my bundle of joy arrived intact. Clothes-ure.
With regard to my capacity of a writer, I’m closing in on chapter 14 (1178 words thus far) of my Contemporary work in progress. Two of my characters are literally coming clean to each other about past events.
*May each of us find closure after a troublesome occurrence, and at the finish line of our artistic endeavors.
My sincere appreciation if you’ve read this far.
Eva’s Authors Den Page: http://www.authorsden.com/evapasco
Knowing full well what I’m about to dis-clothes is but a drop in the bucket compared to others’ throes and our world’s woes, my story unfolds.
Indulging in a pick-up and delivery laundry service has proved to be a godsend. So to speak, I’ve changed horses midstream and have retained the current franchise for three years. I’ve been very pleased with their quality care and courtesy. Occasionally, the expected minor bugs have occurred:
Missing sock
Bonus items which I place in a sealed bag for the driver to retrieve when he picks up my laundry
Missing pillowcases for which the proprietor did a week’s laundry at no charge
On Friday of the previous week, a bundle of clean laundry never appeared on my threshold. When I placed a call to the proprietor, he got to the bottom of it, informing me that a new driver delivered elsewhere.
Now, that’s a horse of a different color!
He assured me I’d see my laundry the following day. Nevertheless, I morphed into a Debbie Downer, doubting his promise to deliver. I speculated the dingy prospects of replacing a week’s worth of athletic wear, sleepwear, street clothes, and the beat goes on. For sure, I’d sever ties with the service and become self-reliant by dropping off my laundry at a laundromat.
Sure enough, having gone the distance, my bundle of joy arrived intact. Clothes-ure.
With regard to my capacity of a writer, I’m closing in on chapter 14 (1178 words thus far) of my Contemporary work in progress. Two of my characters are literally coming clean to each other about past events.
*May each of us find closure after a troublesome occurrence, and at the finish line of our artistic endeavors.
My sincere appreciation if you’ve read this far.
Eva’s Authors Den Page: http://www.authorsden.com/evapasco
June 15, 2022
Eva’s Byte #372 – Raindrops Could Have Fallen on My Head
…in the guise of wastewater dripping from the drainage pipe located along the hidden passageway from the third to first floor.
You might say the muck stopped here at my juncture on second floor above the commode through an aperture in the light/fan on the ceiling.
It’s not the first, second, or third time I’ve had a close encounter with varying degrees of intensity in the bathroom. Last year’s mishap necessitated cutting a section of the ceiling to get a better look at the main pipe.
The good news is that management and maintenance are quick to respond and remedy any situation with promptness and courtesy. During one such event, my entire bathroom was renovated: tile flooring; brand new plumbing fixtures and cabinetry.
Point is, there’s always something, whether ongoing or occasional, which stems the flow of one’s creative outlet.
In my capacity of a writer, the words are flowing in Chapter 14 (654) of my Contemporary work in progress. To fulfill my requirements in fabricating a backstory which takes place during the early 1950s, I’ve researched Superman episodes in DC Comics.
*May any creative roadblock amount to a detour rather than a deterrent.
My sincere appreciation if you’ve read this far.
Eva’s Authors Den Page: http://www.authorsden.com/evapasco
You might say the muck stopped here at my juncture on second floor above the commode through an aperture in the light/fan on the ceiling.
It’s not the first, second, or third time I’ve had a close encounter with varying degrees of intensity in the bathroom. Last year’s mishap necessitated cutting a section of the ceiling to get a better look at the main pipe.
The good news is that management and maintenance are quick to respond and remedy any situation with promptness and courtesy. During one such event, my entire bathroom was renovated: tile flooring; brand new plumbing fixtures and cabinetry.
Point is, there’s always something, whether ongoing or occasional, which stems the flow of one’s creative outlet.
In my capacity of a writer, the words are flowing in Chapter 14 (654) of my Contemporary work in progress. To fulfill my requirements in fabricating a backstory which takes place during the early 1950s, I’ve researched Superman episodes in DC Comics.
*May any creative roadblock amount to a detour rather than a deterrent.
My sincere appreciation if you’ve read this far.
Eva’s Authors Den Page: http://www.authorsden.com/evapasco
June 8, 2022
Eva’s Byte #371 – Objects of My Affection
Those on my desktop, the working surface of my desk.
My antique, office workhorse in maple finish is a beast of burden acquired in the Sixties. Over the course of more than fifty years, my desktop bore the brunt of a Smith-Corona typewriter during college, and a portable Singer sewing machine when I had a craft business. Ever since the start of my writing career, it hosts a desktop computer.
Perhaps the real story surfaces from the objects of my affection neatly arranged and precisely placed on my desktop. There, solely for the sentiments attached to each, they transcend their physical properties.
In no particular order:
Photo of a loved one
Cup and saucer from the Grand Hotel on Mackinac Island. Resting inside the cup—a gnome from Bronner’s Christmas Wonderland, named Bronner. Along the rim of the saucer, a catnip banana, one of my dearly departed Hope’s favorite toys.
Flaky, a hanging gnome dangles inside a lampholder on the back right corner of my desk. Thom, an upright gnome, stands on the opposite corner.
A nondescript rock I associate with Emily Bronte’s Wuthering Heights: “My love for Heathcliff resembles the eternal rocks beneath: a source of little visible delight, but necessary.”
Glass heart paperweight
Small box of pennies from heaven
Three pieces of sea glass
In the capacity of a writer, I’ve begun drafting Ch. 14 (313 words) along my Contemporary work in progress.
*May the objects of your affection, whatever and wherever they may be, channel peace and tranquility.
My sincere appreciation if you’ve read this far.
Eva’s Authors Den Page: http://www.authorsden.com/evapasco
My antique, office workhorse in maple finish is a beast of burden acquired in the Sixties. Over the course of more than fifty years, my desktop bore the brunt of a Smith-Corona typewriter during college, and a portable Singer sewing machine when I had a craft business. Ever since the start of my writing career, it hosts a desktop computer.
Perhaps the real story surfaces from the objects of my affection neatly arranged and precisely placed on my desktop. There, solely for the sentiments attached to each, they transcend their physical properties.
In no particular order:
Photo of a loved one
Cup and saucer from the Grand Hotel on Mackinac Island. Resting inside the cup—a gnome from Bronner’s Christmas Wonderland, named Bronner. Along the rim of the saucer, a catnip banana, one of my dearly departed Hope’s favorite toys.
Flaky, a hanging gnome dangles inside a lampholder on the back right corner of my desk. Thom, an upright gnome, stands on the opposite corner.
A nondescript rock I associate with Emily Bronte’s Wuthering Heights: “My love for Heathcliff resembles the eternal rocks beneath: a source of little visible delight, but necessary.”
Glass heart paperweight
Small box of pennies from heaven
Three pieces of sea glass
In the capacity of a writer, I’ve begun drafting Ch. 14 (313 words) along my Contemporary work in progress.
*May the objects of your affection, whatever and wherever they may be, channel peace and tranquility.
My sincere appreciation if you’ve read this far.
Eva’s Authors Den Page: http://www.authorsden.com/evapasco
June 1, 2022
Eva’s Byte #370 – How Do You Like It?
Your coffee. That is, if you’re a coffee drinker.
I’m a year-round iced coffee drinker, downing one a day. For the fun of it, I profiled my preference. Lo and behold there’s a lot of coffee profiling going on.
According to one source, it takes boldness and assertiveness to quaff iced coffee on a frigid day in the middle of winter. That may be, but I’m usually sipping a vanilla or mocha iced coffee while seated at my desk, working.
Another source cites that people who favor iced coffee tend to be introverted. True. However, it’s highly doubtful I travel more than people who prefer hot coffee, one of the other claims.
Yet another source points out how water and air zodiac signs are more partial to iced coffee. Well, Aries, my sign, is a fire sign.
Obviously, one must take any of this preference profiling with a ground of coffee.
In my capacity of a writer, I’m gaining ground advancing to the end of Chapter 13 of my Contemporary WIP (1487 words thus far). My female, adolescent protagonist who is sitting on a porch in the cold, could certainly use a cup of hot coffee to warm up. But, that’s neither here nor there in the story.
*Whether you prefer coffee or tea, may the brew boost your energy and creativity.
My sincere appreciation if you’ve read this far.
Eva’s Authors Den Page: http://www.authorsden.com/evapasco
I’m a year-round iced coffee drinker, downing one a day. For the fun of it, I profiled my preference. Lo and behold there’s a lot of coffee profiling going on.
According to one source, it takes boldness and assertiveness to quaff iced coffee on a frigid day in the middle of winter. That may be, but I’m usually sipping a vanilla or mocha iced coffee while seated at my desk, working.
Another source cites that people who favor iced coffee tend to be introverted. True. However, it’s highly doubtful I travel more than people who prefer hot coffee, one of the other claims.
Yet another source points out how water and air zodiac signs are more partial to iced coffee. Well, Aries, my sign, is a fire sign.
Obviously, one must take any of this preference profiling with a ground of coffee.
In my capacity of a writer, I’m gaining ground advancing to the end of Chapter 13 of my Contemporary WIP (1487 words thus far). My female, adolescent protagonist who is sitting on a porch in the cold, could certainly use a cup of hot coffee to warm up. But, that’s neither here nor there in the story.
*Whether you prefer coffee or tea, may the brew boost your energy and creativity.
My sincere appreciation if you’ve read this far.
Eva’s Authors Den Page: http://www.authorsden.com/evapasco
May 25, 2022
Eva’s Byte #369 – What’s My Line?
You may or may not recall one of the longest-running game shows on CBS television network—What’s My Line? (1950 – 1967). The game involved blindfolded, celebrity panelists questioning contestants to find out their line of work.
According to media experts, it’s no line of bull that communicating a clear and compelling author brand, using a tagline, has potential to provide immediate recognition and create reader interest:
Karen Kingsbury – Life-Changing Fiction
Jill Elizabeth Nelson – Endless Adventure—Timeless Truth
Ciara Knight – Defy the Dark
At this stage of my game, I’m not inclined to chase rainbows for marketing my work.
Although, I do lay claim to having inserted “A Compelling Contemporary” on the book cover of my latest release.
And, for what it’s worth, I do have a tagline prefacing my web page on Authors Den which sums up how I roll:
“On the road, as in life—I accelerate.”
Perchance, in your capacity of a published author, you have an intriguing tagline which sums up your work’s mission statement.
At this point in time, I’m drafting Chapter 13 (714 words thus far) along my Contemporary work in progress. Lines of dialogue propel the chapter forward.
*Taglines aside, may the written words in our stories create lasting visuals in the eyes of readers.
My sincere appreciation if you’ve read this far.
Eva’s Authors Den Page: http://www.authorsden.com/evapasco
According to media experts, it’s no line of bull that communicating a clear and compelling author brand, using a tagline, has potential to provide immediate recognition and create reader interest:
Karen Kingsbury – Life-Changing Fiction
Jill Elizabeth Nelson – Endless Adventure—Timeless Truth
Ciara Knight – Defy the Dark
At this stage of my game, I’m not inclined to chase rainbows for marketing my work.
Although, I do lay claim to having inserted “A Compelling Contemporary” on the book cover of my latest release.
And, for what it’s worth, I do have a tagline prefacing my web page on Authors Den which sums up how I roll:
“On the road, as in life—I accelerate.”
Perchance, in your capacity of a published author, you have an intriguing tagline which sums up your work’s mission statement.
At this point in time, I’m drafting Chapter 13 (714 words thus far) along my Contemporary work in progress. Lines of dialogue propel the chapter forward.
*Taglines aside, may the written words in our stories create lasting visuals in the eyes of readers.
My sincere appreciation if you’ve read this far.
Eva’s Authors Den Page: http://www.authorsden.com/evapasco
May 18, 2022
Eva’s Byte #368 – Simple Pleasures
As the price of gasoline continues to escalate, and the number of COVID cases is on the rise, I’ve begun to take greater stock in life’s simple pleasures. Some of which I can enjoy within the confines of home. Others serve to distract me from the daily news.
These are ten of my simple pleasures, in no particular order:
My morning workout/daily walk
Maintaining a clean and organized home
Keeping my vehicle road-ready, clean, and shiny
Sipping vanilla or mocha iced coffee while working at my desk
Spritzing an uplifting fragrance before I head out
Foraging for sea glass at a nearby beach
My evening bath
Indulging in an at-home facial
Putting in time to solve a challenging crossword puzzle before calling it a night
Reading and writing
At this juncture in my capacity of a writer, I finished drafting chapter 12 (1595 words) of my Contemporary work in progress. The scene ends with two of my characters indulging in a peach cobbler and cup of coffee for dessert.
*Whatever transpires on the world stage, may each of us reap joy fine-tuning life’s simple pleasures.
My sincere appreciation if you’ve read this far.
Eva’s Authors Den Page: https://tinyurl.com/yycm7d2w
These are ten of my simple pleasures, in no particular order:
My morning workout/daily walk
Maintaining a clean and organized home
Keeping my vehicle road-ready, clean, and shiny
Sipping vanilla or mocha iced coffee while working at my desk
Spritzing an uplifting fragrance before I head out
Foraging for sea glass at a nearby beach
My evening bath
Indulging in an at-home facial
Putting in time to solve a challenging crossword puzzle before calling it a night
Reading and writing
At this juncture in my capacity of a writer, I finished drafting chapter 12 (1595 words) of my Contemporary work in progress. The scene ends with two of my characters indulging in a peach cobbler and cup of coffee for dessert.
*Whatever transpires on the world stage, may each of us reap joy fine-tuning life’s simple pleasures.
My sincere appreciation if you’ve read this far.
Eva’s Authors Den Page: https://tinyurl.com/yycm7d2w
May 11, 2022
Eva’s Byte #367 – Older than Dirt?
Never have I ever ascribed to typical ageist bias. For starters:
Forgetting
Narrow-mindedness
Acting buffoonish
Dressing like a fuddy-duddy
Obsessed with aches and pains
However, once a year without fail, I’m reminded about just how far along I’ve traversed planet Earth. It occurs every Spring when a certain electrician named David makes his rounds to check the smoke detectors and heat sensors throughout my apartment complex.
David, a gentleman whom I gauge to be forty years of age at the very least, was a former student of mine. Wait for it—in third grade!
In the capacity of a writer of Contemporary/Women’s Literary Fiction, ageism does not adversely affect my over-forty characters. They go about their business, manifesting the dysfunction and dilemmas I afflict them with. Er uh, Etta and Keith are in their sixties and still rock it in the bedroom.
Along my current Contemporary work in progress, I’m winding down chapter 12 (885 words thus far).
*Whatever your number, may you live life with purpose and passion.
My sincere appreciation if you’ve read this far.
Eva’s Authors Den Page: https://tinyurl.com/yycm7d2w
Forgetting
Narrow-mindedness
Acting buffoonish
Dressing like a fuddy-duddy
Obsessed with aches and pains
However, once a year without fail, I’m reminded about just how far along I’ve traversed planet Earth. It occurs every Spring when a certain electrician named David makes his rounds to check the smoke detectors and heat sensors throughout my apartment complex.
David, a gentleman whom I gauge to be forty years of age at the very least, was a former student of mine. Wait for it—in third grade!
In the capacity of a writer of Contemporary/Women’s Literary Fiction, ageism does not adversely affect my over-forty characters. They go about their business, manifesting the dysfunction and dilemmas I afflict them with. Er uh, Etta and Keith are in their sixties and still rock it in the bedroom.
Along my current Contemporary work in progress, I’m winding down chapter 12 (885 words thus far).
*Whatever your number, may you live life with purpose and passion.
My sincere appreciation if you’ve read this far.
Eva’s Authors Den Page: https://tinyurl.com/yycm7d2w
May 4, 2022
Eva’s Byte #366 – Bits and Pieces
With Mother’s Day just around the corner, I’ve dedicated this blog to my 91-year-old mother who continues to wield a profound influence on me. In recent years, she survived a stroke, cardiovascular surgery, and COVID. To my delight and pride, she’s still independent, feisty, plainspoken, and stylish. We’ll celebrate the day having lunch with my cousins at one of our favorite restaurants.
The bits and pieces of tributes I’ve selected are tweaked from previous memoirs and blogs:
It is suggested that to become a good writer, one must first be a good reader. My mother whetted my lifelong appetite for reading. Ever since I was a toddler sitting on her lap while she read stories to me, I developed a fascination with words, delighted by the turn of phrase in the English fairy tale, “Teeny Tiny”: “Once upon a time there was a teeny-tiny woman who lived in a teeny-tiny house in a teeny-tiny village …”
Two pearls of wisdom she often dispensed which echo in my mind are: “Don’t follow the crowd—be a leader” and “Before you criticize someone, walk a mile in their shoes.”
Widowed at thirty-five, she blazed trails during a time when no parental support groups or pop network psychologists existed. Having just gotten her driver’s license, she got behind the wheel of her blue 1966 Chevy Nova and gunned it out of the driveway. On a mission, she was intent on giving my junior high school principal a piece of her mind after I told her he’d been paying visits to the girls’ gym locker room. Needless to say, we didn’t see him “no more!”
Before the start of my sophomore year in college, I wanted to quit because the classes I needed to register had filled up and closed, making me frantic in my attempt to drop/add, drop/add. Exhausted and blistered, I blurted my intention to her. Although my mother sympathized, she extended no pity, telling me I wasn’t the only one to face a challenge. However, she made a call to the Dean telling him in no uncertain terms that for the price of my tuition, she expected me to get the classes I needed to graduate. The following day the Dean opened up more sections for those in a similar plight.
I have folded a printed copy of this blog inside her Mother’s Day card which was mailed.
*Regardless of gender or caregiving role, may the spirit of Mother’s Day be with you.
My sincere appreciation if you’ve read this far.
Eva’s Authors Den Page: https://tinyurl.com/yycm7d2w
The bits and pieces of tributes I’ve selected are tweaked from previous memoirs and blogs:
It is suggested that to become a good writer, one must first be a good reader. My mother whetted my lifelong appetite for reading. Ever since I was a toddler sitting on her lap while she read stories to me, I developed a fascination with words, delighted by the turn of phrase in the English fairy tale, “Teeny Tiny”: “Once upon a time there was a teeny-tiny woman who lived in a teeny-tiny house in a teeny-tiny village …”
Two pearls of wisdom she often dispensed which echo in my mind are: “Don’t follow the crowd—be a leader” and “Before you criticize someone, walk a mile in their shoes.”
Widowed at thirty-five, she blazed trails during a time when no parental support groups or pop network psychologists existed. Having just gotten her driver’s license, she got behind the wheel of her blue 1966 Chevy Nova and gunned it out of the driveway. On a mission, she was intent on giving my junior high school principal a piece of her mind after I told her he’d been paying visits to the girls’ gym locker room. Needless to say, we didn’t see him “no more!”
Before the start of my sophomore year in college, I wanted to quit because the classes I needed to register had filled up and closed, making me frantic in my attempt to drop/add, drop/add. Exhausted and blistered, I blurted my intention to her. Although my mother sympathized, she extended no pity, telling me I wasn’t the only one to face a challenge. However, she made a call to the Dean telling him in no uncertain terms that for the price of my tuition, she expected me to get the classes I needed to graduate. The following day the Dean opened up more sections for those in a similar plight.
I have folded a printed copy of this blog inside her Mother’s Day card which was mailed.
*Regardless of gender or caregiving role, may the spirit of Mother’s Day be with you.
My sincere appreciation if you’ve read this far.
Eva’s Authors Den Page: https://tinyurl.com/yycm7d2w
April 27, 2022
Eva’s Byte #365 – Never Have I Ever
While nothing is impossible, and anything can happen—thus far, I’ve never:
Gotten a tattoo.
Ran a marathon.
Participated in a protest.
Been to Disney.
Paraglided from a high place.
Oh, there’s plenty more I’ve never done! For the sake of brevity, I’ve limited it to five.
I’ve never murdered anyone either.
Nor, do I intend to in the foreseeable future. However, it’s never stopped me from incorporating such an atrocity, or other squeamish occurrences, in my capacity of a writer. The browsing history of many a writer has potential to evolve into a virtual “mind” field strewn with disturbing subject matter.
Setting aside all that’s daring and edgy in those “Never Have I Ever” lists, I think it’s fair to say most of us have undergone enough trauma and drama throughout our everyday living. It’s more than sufficient to elicit an array of spin-off emotions spawned by categories of: enjoyment, sadness, fear, anger, and disgust.
A writer’s ability to tap into these emotions and incorporate them into his/her story may have little or nothing to do with having lived on the edge, or committed a crime. It’s about wielding imagination.
In my own capacity of a writer, I’ve gotten inside the headspace of my characters all the way to the finish line of Chapter 11 (1503 words) of my Contemporary work in progress. I’ll be firing up Chapter 12.
*May each of us enjoy our creative pursuits without going to extremes.
My sincere appreciation if you’ve read this far.
Eva’s Authors Den Page: https://tinyurl.com/yycm7d2w
Gotten a tattoo.
Ran a marathon.
Participated in a protest.
Been to Disney.
Paraglided from a high place.
Oh, there’s plenty more I’ve never done! For the sake of brevity, I’ve limited it to five.
I’ve never murdered anyone either.
Nor, do I intend to in the foreseeable future. However, it’s never stopped me from incorporating such an atrocity, or other squeamish occurrences, in my capacity of a writer. The browsing history of many a writer has potential to evolve into a virtual “mind” field strewn with disturbing subject matter.
Setting aside all that’s daring and edgy in those “Never Have I Ever” lists, I think it’s fair to say most of us have undergone enough trauma and drama throughout our everyday living. It’s more than sufficient to elicit an array of spin-off emotions spawned by categories of: enjoyment, sadness, fear, anger, and disgust.
A writer’s ability to tap into these emotions and incorporate them into his/her story may have little or nothing to do with having lived on the edge, or committed a crime. It’s about wielding imagination.
In my own capacity of a writer, I’ve gotten inside the headspace of my characters all the way to the finish line of Chapter 11 (1503 words) of my Contemporary work in progress. I’ll be firing up Chapter 12.
*May each of us enjoy our creative pursuits without going to extremes.
My sincere appreciation if you’ve read this far.
Eva’s Authors Den Page: https://tinyurl.com/yycm7d2w
