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July 21, 2021
Eva’s Byte #325 – A Minor Inconvenience
It really is.
As I compose myself to compose this blog, the maintenance man of my building is cutting a hole in my bathroom ceiling. Forthcoming since cosmetic procedures to address water stains didn’t cut it. When the identified leak source is repaired, I’ll get a new ceiling.
In preparation for this day of reckoning, I had moved everything not nailed down out of the bathroom. This involved emptying a storage unit containing toiletries and magic elixirs so it would be easier for dragging the empty cabinet to its temporary quarters.
In the meantime, it’s suck-it-up-buttercup. I can live with looking at the gap to no man’s land between the second and third floor. I can tolerate the dripping into a tray on top of the tank. I can put up with the minor inconvenience of scrounging around for things placed elsewhere until the renovation is completed.
In my capacity as a writer, I’m forging ahead in the last chapter of my Contemporary work in progress, resuming past 839 words. Any such minor inconvenience has no bearing on my mindset to write. It’s a different story altogether when matters of heavier import weigh on my mind. While I admire those who rally, I tend to lack focus and motivation to put the pedal to the metal.
*May minor inconveniences and unwelcome distractions have little to no impact on your creative endeavors.
My sincere appreciation if you’ve read this far.
Eva’s Authors Den Page: https://tinyurl.com/yycm7d2w
As I compose myself to compose this blog, the maintenance man of my building is cutting a hole in my bathroom ceiling. Forthcoming since cosmetic procedures to address water stains didn’t cut it. When the identified leak source is repaired, I’ll get a new ceiling.
In preparation for this day of reckoning, I had moved everything not nailed down out of the bathroom. This involved emptying a storage unit containing toiletries and magic elixirs so it would be easier for dragging the empty cabinet to its temporary quarters.
In the meantime, it’s suck-it-up-buttercup. I can live with looking at the gap to no man’s land between the second and third floor. I can tolerate the dripping into a tray on top of the tank. I can put up with the minor inconvenience of scrounging around for things placed elsewhere until the renovation is completed.
In my capacity as a writer, I’m forging ahead in the last chapter of my Contemporary work in progress, resuming past 839 words. Any such minor inconvenience has no bearing on my mindset to write. It’s a different story altogether when matters of heavier import weigh on my mind. While I admire those who rally, I tend to lack focus and motivation to put the pedal to the metal.
*May minor inconveniences and unwelcome distractions have little to no impact on your creative endeavors.
My sincere appreciation if you’ve read this far.
Eva’s Authors Den Page: https://tinyurl.com/yycm7d2w
July 14, 2021
Eva’s Byte #324 – The Finishing Touch
One more chapter to go!
Five years in the making, I’m now in the throes of writing Chapter 81, the last chapter of my Contemporary work in progress. Then, I’ll wrap things up in the epilogue of this standalone novel.
As meticulous as I am with writing—my own harshest critic—my latest work will not be road-ready for a while.
Looming on the horizon, the finishing touches:
Rounds of proofreading and editing. Looking for loopholes. Finding a cover image to submit to my “cover girl”. Writing the ever-dreaded blurb.
I’ve two separate ideas formulating in my mind for my next storytelling venture. One, triggered by a local news item. The other, coming out of left field. My dilemma is choosing which route to take because I’ll probably be writing along that highway for the next year or more.
As with my other major works of fiction, I’ll stick with the genre of Contemporary Women’s Fiction which provides wide latitude for my imagination to feature female protagonists over forty who confront their personal demons. In keeping with my author signature, I’ll incorporate local setting to interweave historic events, geographic entities, and regional culture.
First and foremost, I need to finish what I started five years ago.
*May you enjoy putting the finishing touches to your creative endeavors.
My sincere appreciation if you’ve read this far.
Eva’s Authors Den Page: https://tinyurl.com/yycm7d2w
Five years in the making, I’m now in the throes of writing Chapter 81, the last chapter of my Contemporary work in progress. Then, I’ll wrap things up in the epilogue of this standalone novel.
As meticulous as I am with writing—my own harshest critic—my latest work will not be road-ready for a while.
Looming on the horizon, the finishing touches:
Rounds of proofreading and editing. Looking for loopholes. Finding a cover image to submit to my “cover girl”. Writing the ever-dreaded blurb.
I’ve two separate ideas formulating in my mind for my next storytelling venture. One, triggered by a local news item. The other, coming out of left field. My dilemma is choosing which route to take because I’ll probably be writing along that highway for the next year or more.
As with my other major works of fiction, I’ll stick with the genre of Contemporary Women’s Fiction which provides wide latitude for my imagination to feature female protagonists over forty who confront their personal demons. In keeping with my author signature, I’ll incorporate local setting to interweave historic events, geographic entities, and regional culture.
First and foremost, I need to finish what I started five years ago.
*May you enjoy putting the finishing touches to your creative endeavors.
My sincere appreciation if you’ve read this far.
Eva’s Authors Den Page: https://tinyurl.com/yycm7d2w
July 7, 2021
Eva’s Byte #323 – A Welcome Distraction
Quite often!
While in my office, deep in thought researching subjects pertaining to my Contemporary work in progress, or—lo and behold—actually advancing closer to the finish line of a story 4-5 years in the making, I’m distracted by a swallow.
Its loud outbursts of chirping defy my best intentions to stay focused on the document in front of me. I’ve now taken to getting up from my desk chair to get a glimpse of the bird roosting on the top of my air conditioner outside a double-hung window. Although, gone in seconds, my peek enables me to identify the swallow as female for her plain, buffy-brown feathers and light gray belly.
Not the least bit “Bondish”—not as in James, but Audubon-Society-savvy, that’s as far as the identification process goes. My research detour states there are at least 35 types of sparrow species in North America, whereas 15 of those species are more abundant and widespread than others.
My curiosity about the language of sparrows narrowed down five types of chirping, based on the speed and intensity of their vocalizations.
My purview in broad daylight, rules out the alarm call which conveys to fellow sparrows that a dangerous animal like a cat, owl, or weasel is nearby.
My guess, based on the large number of birds I see, the ear-piercing birdsong is a territorial call.
Anyway, more in line with my spiritual leaning:
In ancient Greek mythology, sparrows were considered a symbol of love.
Sparrow tattoos are purported to symbolize joy, freedom of expression, and self-determination, such as the one sported by Jack Sparrow in Pirates of the Caribbean. Aye!
In my capacity of a self-determined writer, I’m exercising my freedom of expression as I advance to the finish line of Chapter 79. A source of joy.
*May welcome distractions enhance your state of well-being.
My sincere appreciation if you’ve read this far.
Eva’s Authors Den Page: https://tinyurl.com/yycm7d2w
While in my office, deep in thought researching subjects pertaining to my Contemporary work in progress, or—lo and behold—actually advancing closer to the finish line of a story 4-5 years in the making, I’m distracted by a swallow.
Its loud outbursts of chirping defy my best intentions to stay focused on the document in front of me. I’ve now taken to getting up from my desk chair to get a glimpse of the bird roosting on the top of my air conditioner outside a double-hung window. Although, gone in seconds, my peek enables me to identify the swallow as female for her plain, buffy-brown feathers and light gray belly.
Not the least bit “Bondish”—not as in James, but Audubon-Society-savvy, that’s as far as the identification process goes. My research detour states there are at least 35 types of sparrow species in North America, whereas 15 of those species are more abundant and widespread than others.
My curiosity about the language of sparrows narrowed down five types of chirping, based on the speed and intensity of their vocalizations.
My purview in broad daylight, rules out the alarm call which conveys to fellow sparrows that a dangerous animal like a cat, owl, or weasel is nearby.
My guess, based on the large number of birds I see, the ear-piercing birdsong is a territorial call.
Anyway, more in line with my spiritual leaning:
In ancient Greek mythology, sparrows were considered a symbol of love.
Sparrow tattoos are purported to symbolize joy, freedom of expression, and self-determination, such as the one sported by Jack Sparrow in Pirates of the Caribbean. Aye!
In my capacity of a self-determined writer, I’m exercising my freedom of expression as I advance to the finish line of Chapter 79. A source of joy.
*May welcome distractions enhance your state of well-being.
My sincere appreciation if you’ve read this far.
Eva’s Authors Den Page: https://tinyurl.com/yycm7d2w
June 30, 2021
Eva’s Byte #322 – Come Rain or Come Shine
…whether cognizant or clueless, I’m self-compelled to come up with a blog each week ever since I published the first Byte at Authors Den on May 2, 2015.
Independent stand-alones, I’d say my blogs are “blah-blah-blah-ing” because I prefer to veer toward the sunny side of the street whenever possible, saving harsh realities for my works of fiction.
So, dipping a big toe in the shallow end of the pool, here is the result of this week’s independent thinking:
In view of the fact that I’m reinstating my independence to dine out more often in the aftermath of becoming fully vaccinated, I’ve been preoccupied with lobster salad rolls. Last week, during the course of my sister’s brief visit, I enjoyed them on two separate occasions. A Rhode Island native, I prefer my lobster salad with mayo on a buttered hot dog bun.
Come rain or come shine, on Independence Day, I will forego the lobster fetish in deference to my traditional Fourth-fare of indulging a medium-well Texas burger. It consists of ½ lb. ground sirloin topped with melted cheddar, bacon slice, onion ring and barbecue sauce.
On the writing front, I’m nearing the end of Chapter 78 in my Contemporary work in progress. My protagonist, a feisty woman of independent means, and a major character are dialoguing over coffee and bagels topped with cream cheese, bacon, and scallions.
*Come rain or come shine, may independent thinking prevail throughout all of your decision-making.
My sincere appreciation if you’ve read this far.
Eva’s Authors Den Page: https://tinyurl.com/yycm7d2w
Independent stand-alones, I’d say my blogs are “blah-blah-blah-ing” because I prefer to veer toward the sunny side of the street whenever possible, saving harsh realities for my works of fiction.
So, dipping a big toe in the shallow end of the pool, here is the result of this week’s independent thinking:
In view of the fact that I’m reinstating my independence to dine out more often in the aftermath of becoming fully vaccinated, I’ve been preoccupied with lobster salad rolls. Last week, during the course of my sister’s brief visit, I enjoyed them on two separate occasions. A Rhode Island native, I prefer my lobster salad with mayo on a buttered hot dog bun.
Come rain or come shine, on Independence Day, I will forego the lobster fetish in deference to my traditional Fourth-fare of indulging a medium-well Texas burger. It consists of ½ lb. ground sirloin topped with melted cheddar, bacon slice, onion ring and barbecue sauce.
On the writing front, I’m nearing the end of Chapter 78 in my Contemporary work in progress. My protagonist, a feisty woman of independent means, and a major character are dialoguing over coffee and bagels topped with cream cheese, bacon, and scallions.
*Come rain or come shine, may independent thinking prevail throughout all of your decision-making.
My sincere appreciation if you’ve read this far.
Eva’s Authors Den Page: https://tinyurl.com/yycm7d2w
June 23, 2021
Eva’s Byte #321 – In the Making
Preempted during the pandemic, my sister and her husband’s annual, summer trip from the Pacific to Atlantic Coast. In the making this week, a brief stop in Rhode Island for a couple of days. A longer stay is forthcoming in August when my grandnephew comes along.
My mother and I are looking forward to our exclusive girls’ day out where we intend to fulfill the longstanding, yearly tradition of having lunch at Old Grist Mill Tavern.
Although the menu has changed and there’s no longer a salad bar, the ambiance will foster more joyous memories.
Per usual, we’ll poke around inside the Four Echoes antique center nearby. Because my mother no longer has the stamina to match her willpower, my sister and I will see that she is comfortable while we undertake a whirlwind tour.
The extended forecast for sunny days ahead offers the three of us bright promise for enjoying one another’s company, the true measure of joy in the making.
In my capacity as a writer, I finished drafting Chapter 77 of my Contemporary work in progress. Chapter 78 is now in the making. I foresee two more chapters bounding toward the finish line.
*Regardless of changes wrought by the passage of time, may each of us appreciate life in the making by choosing the joyous path.
My sincere appreciation if you’ve read this far.
Eva’s Authors Den Page: https://tinyurl.com/yycm7d2w
My mother and I are looking forward to our exclusive girls’ day out where we intend to fulfill the longstanding, yearly tradition of having lunch at Old Grist Mill Tavern.
Although the menu has changed and there’s no longer a salad bar, the ambiance will foster more joyous memories.
Per usual, we’ll poke around inside the Four Echoes antique center nearby. Because my mother no longer has the stamina to match her willpower, my sister and I will see that she is comfortable while we undertake a whirlwind tour.
The extended forecast for sunny days ahead offers the three of us bright promise for enjoying one another’s company, the true measure of joy in the making.
In my capacity as a writer, I finished drafting Chapter 77 of my Contemporary work in progress. Chapter 78 is now in the making. I foresee two more chapters bounding toward the finish line.
*Regardless of changes wrought by the passage of time, may each of us appreciate life in the making by choosing the joyous path.
My sincere appreciation if you’ve read this far.
Eva’s Authors Den Page: https://tinyurl.com/yycm7d2w
June 16, 2021
Eva’s Byte #320 – A Change of Heart
Inevitably…
A change of heart is part and parcel of evolving. It stands to reason we will change our opinion about something.
Living in Rhode Island, the “Ocean State,” known for its abundance of fresh seafood, clams take the cake: clamcakes, clam chowder, stuffies, red or white clam sauce over linguine, steamers and fried clams.
For years, I’ve consumed steamers (littlenecks) by the pound in drawn butter, and fried clams with tartar sauce sandwiched inside a toasted hot dog bun.
Make those “whole bellies” every time.
These days my change of heart derived from overthinking the contents of a clam’s belly going down my hatch: all of its soft tissue—heart, vein, foot or digger; sand; poop.
True, one can rinse the catch several times with cold water to wash away the grit and sand on their shells. If you cover the clams with fresh cold water and let them sit for twenty minutes, they’ll expunge any excess grit in their siphons.
So they say.
No longer having the gastronomical fortitude of yesteryear, I’m sticking to my change of heart by swearing off steamers and fried clams. That still leaves plenty of Rhode Island’s clammy cuisine for me to indulge at whim.
In my capacity of a writer, I recently had a change of heart regarding one of the minor characters in my Contemporary work in progress. Backtracking to Chapter 75, I expunged his previous course of action.
At this point in time, I’m closing in on Chapter 77.
*May every change of heart be a decision without regret.
My sincere appreciation if you’ve read this far.
Eva’s Authors Den Page: https://tinyurl.com/yycm7d2w
A change of heart is part and parcel of evolving. It stands to reason we will change our opinion about something.
Living in Rhode Island, the “Ocean State,” known for its abundance of fresh seafood, clams take the cake: clamcakes, clam chowder, stuffies, red or white clam sauce over linguine, steamers and fried clams.
For years, I’ve consumed steamers (littlenecks) by the pound in drawn butter, and fried clams with tartar sauce sandwiched inside a toasted hot dog bun.
Make those “whole bellies” every time.
These days my change of heart derived from overthinking the contents of a clam’s belly going down my hatch: all of its soft tissue—heart, vein, foot or digger; sand; poop.
True, one can rinse the catch several times with cold water to wash away the grit and sand on their shells. If you cover the clams with fresh cold water and let them sit for twenty minutes, they’ll expunge any excess grit in their siphons.
So they say.
No longer having the gastronomical fortitude of yesteryear, I’m sticking to my change of heart by swearing off steamers and fried clams. That still leaves plenty of Rhode Island’s clammy cuisine for me to indulge at whim.
In my capacity of a writer, I recently had a change of heart regarding one of the minor characters in my Contemporary work in progress. Backtracking to Chapter 75, I expunged his previous course of action.
At this point in time, I’m closing in on Chapter 77.
*May every change of heart be a decision without regret.
My sincere appreciation if you’ve read this far.
Eva’s Authors Den Page: https://tinyurl.com/yycm7d2w
June 9, 2021
Eva’s Byte #319: Things I Can Do Without
Inspired by the song, “Shout” (Tears for Fears; 1984)
At the world level, these are the things I can do without:
Pestilence. War. Poverty. Homelessness. Incurable illnesses. Racial Tension. Political Foot-Dragging. Domestic Violence. Environmental Jeopardy.
And, the beat goes on.
At the ground level, these are the pesky, aggravating, short-lived things I could have done without this week:
Waking up to no hot water.
An air conditioning unit spewing dirt.
A prescription delivery service that didn’t deliver.
In my capacity of a writer, I’ll give a shout out for finishing Chapter 76 in my Contemporary work in progress. About to begin drafting Chapter 77, I could do without the anxiety I harbor whenever facing a blank page. At this juncture along the novel’s journey, I foresee no more than five chapters left to write.
For every single thing we can do without, there are many more things we can’t do without.
*May each of us look on the bright side of things to foster our own well-being.
My sincere appreciation if you’ve read this far.
Eva’s Authors Den Page: https://tinyurl.com/yycm7d2w
At the world level, these are the things I can do without:
Pestilence. War. Poverty. Homelessness. Incurable illnesses. Racial Tension. Political Foot-Dragging. Domestic Violence. Environmental Jeopardy.
And, the beat goes on.
At the ground level, these are the pesky, aggravating, short-lived things I could have done without this week:
Waking up to no hot water.
An air conditioning unit spewing dirt.
A prescription delivery service that didn’t deliver.
In my capacity of a writer, I’ll give a shout out for finishing Chapter 76 in my Contemporary work in progress. About to begin drafting Chapter 77, I could do without the anxiety I harbor whenever facing a blank page. At this juncture along the novel’s journey, I foresee no more than five chapters left to write.
For every single thing we can do without, there are many more things we can’t do without.
*May each of us look on the bright side of things to foster our own well-being.
My sincere appreciation if you’ve read this far.
Eva’s Authors Den Page: https://tinyurl.com/yycm7d2w
June 2, 2021
Eva’s Byte #318: Long-Drawn Moments
I’m delving into those moments that take us away from where we are in our present frame of mind. Moments, which for no explicable reason, hold us in an abeyance of peace and tranquility:
Perhaps it’s the hypnotic billowing of white curtains on a breezy, summer day which transports our mind miles away.
Or, sitting on a porch and gazing into oblivion.
One of my most memorable long-drawn moments occurred many years ago watching the raising of the drawbridge over the Mystic River Bascule Bridge in Connecticut. The famous drawbridge built in 1922 connects the Groton side of Mystic with the Stonington side. It’s raised to allow boat traffic at 40 minutes past the hour from 7:40 a.m. to 6:40 p.m. from May 1st to October 31st.
Abutting the bridge is Mystic Drawbridge Ice Cream where I’d purchased a sugar cone of Kahlua Mocha Fudge and savored it while watching the raising of the drawbridge. During those long-drawn moments, maritime motion and my own superfluous thoughts were suspended in time.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5IUwH...
In my capacity of a writer, I must set aside extraneous thoughts so as not to detract from the literary world I’m creating. And, as painstaking as I find the task, I must fabricate long-drawn moments inside the headspace of my characters for them to seem as real as you and me. I’m currently lowering the drawbridge on Chapter 76 of my Contemporary work in progress.
*May you find time to stretch your imagination and rejuvenate during long-drawn moments which come your way.
My sincere appreciation if you’ve read this far.
Eva’s Authors Den Page:
https://tinyurl.com/yycm7d2w
Perhaps it’s the hypnotic billowing of white curtains on a breezy, summer day which transports our mind miles away.
Or, sitting on a porch and gazing into oblivion.
One of my most memorable long-drawn moments occurred many years ago watching the raising of the drawbridge over the Mystic River Bascule Bridge in Connecticut. The famous drawbridge built in 1922 connects the Groton side of Mystic with the Stonington side. It’s raised to allow boat traffic at 40 minutes past the hour from 7:40 a.m. to 6:40 p.m. from May 1st to October 31st.
Abutting the bridge is Mystic Drawbridge Ice Cream where I’d purchased a sugar cone of Kahlua Mocha Fudge and savored it while watching the raising of the drawbridge. During those long-drawn moments, maritime motion and my own superfluous thoughts were suspended in time.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5IUwH...
In my capacity of a writer, I must set aside extraneous thoughts so as not to detract from the literary world I’m creating. And, as painstaking as I find the task, I must fabricate long-drawn moments inside the headspace of my characters for them to seem as real as you and me. I’m currently lowering the drawbridge on Chapter 76 of my Contemporary work in progress.
*May you find time to stretch your imagination and rejuvenate during long-drawn moments which come your way.
My sincere appreciation if you’ve read this far.
Eva’s Authors Den Page:
https://tinyurl.com/yycm7d2w
May 26, 2021
Eva’s Byte #317 – Beginner’s Luck
Last week’s blog pertained to the first venture in my new hobby of foraging for sea glass. My road trip to Sabin Point on the east side of the Providence River is a shipping channel used by large vessels going to and from the Port of Providence, just 1,000 feet off Sabin Point.
Lucky for me!
Since glass tends to wash up on beaches along popular marine trading routes and ports, I was richly rewarded going with the flow of time and low tide.
Beginner’s luck!
That day I bagged approximately 12 pieces of blunt-edged, frosted specimens. At the bare minimum, each piece took approximately 20 – 40 years to shape up once it was shipped out—meaning tossed away in its state of bottle-hood or stately plate-li-ness. The most common colors to stumble across are Kelly green, brown, and white.
I tossed my Kelly green finds into the brine because they were not ripe enough for the picking due to their sharp edges and shiny surfaces. I’ve several white specimens, 2 brown, 1 seafoam green, and a rare find of substantial size in one of the more uncommon colors of forest green.
On Thursday, I’ll press my luck by returning to Sabin Point. This time, exploring the opposite end of the narrow shoreline. I plan to arrive around noon when the waves crest at 2 ft., and continue to diminish as low tide approaches at 2:42 p.m. EST.
In the capacity of a writer, I’m going with the flow of time and tide, rounding out the edges in Part 5, Chapter 76 of my Contemporary work in progress.
*When seizing the moment to embark on a new adventure, may time and tide flow with you.
My sincere appreciation if you’ve read this far.
Eva’s Authors Den Page: https://tinyurl.com/yycm7d2w
Lucky for me!
Since glass tends to wash up on beaches along popular marine trading routes and ports, I was richly rewarded going with the flow of time and low tide.
Beginner’s luck!
That day I bagged approximately 12 pieces of blunt-edged, frosted specimens. At the bare minimum, each piece took approximately 20 – 40 years to shape up once it was shipped out—meaning tossed away in its state of bottle-hood or stately plate-li-ness. The most common colors to stumble across are Kelly green, brown, and white.
I tossed my Kelly green finds into the brine because they were not ripe enough for the picking due to their sharp edges and shiny surfaces. I’ve several white specimens, 2 brown, 1 seafoam green, and a rare find of substantial size in one of the more uncommon colors of forest green.
On Thursday, I’ll press my luck by returning to Sabin Point. This time, exploring the opposite end of the narrow shoreline. I plan to arrive around noon when the waves crest at 2 ft., and continue to diminish as low tide approaches at 2:42 p.m. EST.
In the capacity of a writer, I’m going with the flow of time and tide, rounding out the edges in Part 5, Chapter 76 of my Contemporary work in progress.
*When seizing the moment to embark on a new adventure, may time and tide flow with you.
My sincere appreciation if you’ve read this far.
Eva’s Authors Den Page: https://tinyurl.com/yycm7d2w
May 19, 2021
Eva’s Byte #316 – Road Trip
“People don’t take trips, trips take people.” John Steinbeck
Taking full advantage of living along the East Bay, Road Trip No. 1 will take me to Sabin Point Park where I’ll embark on my new hobby of foraging for sea glass.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=c_OM_...
The short trek from my parking lot onto SE-114S, with a series of left and rights leading to Shore Road, should take approximately 11 minutes.
Thursday’s forecast calls for a mix of sun and clouds, with the temperature reaching 79. Low tide is at 8:25 a.m. Perfect.
My washable, polyester shopping tote contains all that is necessary for retrieving and/or minor excavating: sealable plastic bag and a spoon. To be added: bottled water, hand sanitizer, sunscreen, paper towels, and water shoes.
Even if I don’t find any sea glass, I’m sure I won’t go home emptyhanded with plenty of rocks and shells strewn along the beach.
In the capacity of a writer, my journey has taken me to the end of Part 4, having just completed Chapter 75 at 1100 words. Unless my imagination dictates otherwise, Part 5 should entail a short trip to the finish line.
As with any road trip embarked on—literally, literarily, or metaphorically—we often discover hidden inner strengths along the way to our destination.
*Wherever you trips take you, may the journey be self-fulfilling.
My sincere appreciation if you’ve read this far.
Eva’s Authors Den Page: https://tinyurl.com/yycm7d2w
Taking full advantage of living along the East Bay, Road Trip No. 1 will take me to Sabin Point Park where I’ll embark on my new hobby of foraging for sea glass.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=c_OM_...
The short trek from my parking lot onto SE-114S, with a series of left and rights leading to Shore Road, should take approximately 11 minutes.
Thursday’s forecast calls for a mix of sun and clouds, with the temperature reaching 79. Low tide is at 8:25 a.m. Perfect.
My washable, polyester shopping tote contains all that is necessary for retrieving and/or minor excavating: sealable plastic bag and a spoon. To be added: bottled water, hand sanitizer, sunscreen, paper towels, and water shoes.
Even if I don’t find any sea glass, I’m sure I won’t go home emptyhanded with plenty of rocks and shells strewn along the beach.
In the capacity of a writer, my journey has taken me to the end of Part 4, having just completed Chapter 75 at 1100 words. Unless my imagination dictates otherwise, Part 5 should entail a short trip to the finish line.
As with any road trip embarked on—literally, literarily, or metaphorically—we often discover hidden inner strengths along the way to our destination.
*Wherever you trips take you, may the journey be self-fulfilling.
My sincere appreciation if you’ve read this far.
Eva’s Authors Den Page: https://tinyurl.com/yycm7d2w
