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October 14, 2020
Eva’s Byte #285 – Taking Care of Biz
In a similar vein to Don Michael Corleone telling Carlo Rizzi in The Godfather Part 1, that today he settled all business—so did I.
Book biz, which ate a chunk of my morning, rendered me figuratively dizzy from going around in circles on the Internet.
Heeding the advice of my publisher, I engaged in the process of enrolling one of my books, An Enlightening Quiche (2016), in their new global distribution service. The benefits include, but are not limited to: direct payments, 100 % net royalties, and reduced print costs.
It still behooves any reader interested in acquiring the paperback version (signed copy) to do so through my web page at Authors Den ($18.50 includes s/h).
Now, to the nitty-gritty of taking care of biz:
It takes more than imagination for a story to take flight.
From my perspective: if I only knew then, what I know now from having gotten back into the published author’s swing of things in 2016, after a hiatus of several years. As with subsequent works published in 2017 and 2019, my next book will be solo self-published.
My personal decision is not meant as a criticism for those who choose other routes of publication. Each of us acts in accordance with fostering our best interests at heart.
In regard to the book biz of writing my Contemporary work in progress, I’m at the bunny-tail end of drafting chapter 57, Part 3. Pun intended, in association with researching recipes for redneck rabbit stew to authenticate a scene.
Whatever your biz, best wishes from start to finish.
*My sincere appreciation if you’ve read this far.
Eva’s Authors Den Page: https://tinyurl.com/yycm7d2w
Book biz, which ate a chunk of my morning, rendered me figuratively dizzy from going around in circles on the Internet.
Heeding the advice of my publisher, I engaged in the process of enrolling one of my books, An Enlightening Quiche (2016), in their new global distribution service. The benefits include, but are not limited to: direct payments, 100 % net royalties, and reduced print costs.
It still behooves any reader interested in acquiring the paperback version (signed copy) to do so through my web page at Authors Den ($18.50 includes s/h).
Now, to the nitty-gritty of taking care of biz:
It takes more than imagination for a story to take flight.
From my perspective: if I only knew then, what I know now from having gotten back into the published author’s swing of things in 2016, after a hiatus of several years. As with subsequent works published in 2017 and 2019, my next book will be solo self-published.
My personal decision is not meant as a criticism for those who choose other routes of publication. Each of us acts in accordance with fostering our best interests at heart.
In regard to the book biz of writing my Contemporary work in progress, I’m at the bunny-tail end of drafting chapter 57, Part 3. Pun intended, in association with researching recipes for redneck rabbit stew to authenticate a scene.
Whatever your biz, best wishes from start to finish.
*My sincere appreciation if you’ve read this far.
Eva’s Authors Den Page: https://tinyurl.com/yycm7d2w
October 7, 2020
Eva’s Byte #284 – The Importance of Earnestness
In the absence of two lifelong companions of 17 and 15 years—my dearly departed cats—earnestness for keeping even busier than usual has become important during my maladaptation without them.
In last week’s blog, I’d alluded to having undertaken a fall cleaning expedition, sparing no nook or cranny.
This week, preoccupied with practical to picayune pursuits, I fully admit to the absurdity of those further down the line:
Sanding and staining a cat-clawed edging on a cedar chest.
Revamping my office to better utilize newfound space, while creating an oasis of calm and harmony for my sense of well-being.
Switching around bench cushions and swapping out scarves.
Rewriting important contact information on color-coordinated sticky notes for placement on my jalopy of a printer.
*In my capacity as a writer, practical to picayune earnestness is of primary importance for storytelling. Currently toward the tail end of drafting chapter 57 in part 3 of my Contemporary Work in Progress, the other day I sought clarification for proper word usage:
Mistaken versus Mistaking
Sifting through what I found, my gut instinct was right: mistaken
Though both are correct, “mistaking” does not come across clearly from passive to active voice—“was mistaking” implies an activity that takes some time; “was mistaken” implies a point in time.
Due to the importance I place on earnestness, the process of writing my novel is analogous to that of a spider weaving an intricate web.
The importance of earnestness is reassurance of pride at the finish line.
My sincere appreciation if you’ve read to the end.
Eva’s Authors Den Page: https://tinyurl.com/yycm7d2w
In last week’s blog, I’d alluded to having undertaken a fall cleaning expedition, sparing no nook or cranny.
This week, preoccupied with practical to picayune pursuits, I fully admit to the absurdity of those further down the line:
Sanding and staining a cat-clawed edging on a cedar chest.
Revamping my office to better utilize newfound space, while creating an oasis of calm and harmony for my sense of well-being.
Switching around bench cushions and swapping out scarves.
Rewriting important contact information on color-coordinated sticky notes for placement on my jalopy of a printer.
*In my capacity as a writer, practical to picayune earnestness is of primary importance for storytelling. Currently toward the tail end of drafting chapter 57 in part 3 of my Contemporary Work in Progress, the other day I sought clarification for proper word usage:
Mistaken versus Mistaking
Sifting through what I found, my gut instinct was right: mistaken
Though both are correct, “mistaking” does not come across clearly from passive to active voice—“was mistaking” implies an activity that takes some time; “was mistaken” implies a point in time.
Due to the importance I place on earnestness, the process of writing my novel is analogous to that of a spider weaving an intricate web.
The importance of earnestness is reassurance of pride at the finish line.
My sincere appreciation if you’ve read to the end.
Eva’s Authors Den Page: https://tinyurl.com/yycm7d2w
September 30, 2020
Eva’s Byte #283 – Falling into Place
Another weekly blog first composed in longhand on spiral notebook paper. A widespread power outage in the East Bay area occurred just before 8:00 a.m. EST. Gusty winds at 69 mph predisposed trees to fall and down power lines during the rainstorm. Ironically, I came up with the title for #283 the day before the storm hit.
As the gravity of life tends to propel the tough to get going when the going gets tough, I got going. I’ve persevered in the aftermath of my beloved 15-year-old feline, Hope, crossing over the rainbow bridge on September 15th.
Hot-wired, I geared up for autumn in overdrive.
Things have been falling into place: Walls dry-mopped and sponged; windows washed and blinds wiped; carpet shampooed; closets, cupboards, and drawers reorganized; furniture rearranged.
All in the guise of filling in the void of loss, acutely felt.
Exhausted by the remains of the day, I’ve been less than eager to further my Contemporary along. But, self-pressure induced me to soldier on. Things are falling into place at the onset of drafting chapter 57, part 3 in my work in progress. I’ve gotten my mojo back.
Goes to show, no matter what storm we’re in the middle of, our spirit cannot be felled.
*My sincere appreciation if you’ve read this far.
Eva’s Authors Den Page: https://tinyurl.com/yycm7d2w
As the gravity of life tends to propel the tough to get going when the going gets tough, I got going. I’ve persevered in the aftermath of my beloved 15-year-old feline, Hope, crossing over the rainbow bridge on September 15th.
Hot-wired, I geared up for autumn in overdrive.
Things have been falling into place: Walls dry-mopped and sponged; windows washed and blinds wiped; carpet shampooed; closets, cupboards, and drawers reorganized; furniture rearranged.
All in the guise of filling in the void of loss, acutely felt.
Exhausted by the remains of the day, I’ve been less than eager to further my Contemporary along. But, self-pressure induced me to soldier on. Things are falling into place at the onset of drafting chapter 57, part 3 in my work in progress. I’ve gotten my mojo back.
Goes to show, no matter what storm we’re in the middle of, our spirit cannot be felled.
*My sincere appreciation if you’ve read this far.
Eva’s Authors Den Page: https://tinyurl.com/yycm7d2w
September 23, 2020
Eva’s Byte #282 – Lost in My Own Space
Ever since I made the difficult decision to assist my beloved 15-year-old feline, Hope, in crossing over the Rainbow Bridge, I’ve been lost without her and lost in my own space.
At this juncture in life and point in time, it isn’t feasible for me to adopt another. So, I consolidated and packed Hope’s favorite catnip toys in a container which rests on a storage box next to my desk. I donated food and cat litter. Hauled away, four cat perches. They’d endured the wear and tear of two feisty gals who’d climb to the top even at their ripe old age.
Lost…
A pet parent for so many years, I didn’t realize all the extra work involved until no longer required:
The storage closet next to where the litter box used to be doesn't need a weekly wipe down. I’m not vacuuming stray litter here and there around the clock. Upholstery and carpets are free of cat hair. The kitchen floor stays clean without washing it twice per day. I’ve closed certain doors, normally left open, so those two could explore secluded areas. Not that they couldn’t open the doors themselves if curiosity motivated them enough.
Housekeeping perfection was never a priority over cat-friendly surroundings.
Lost in my own space, filled with memories, I’m constantly reminded of how two furry companions made this place a loving home, on their terms.
In my capacity as a writer, I’m coming to a close in the white space occupied by chapter 56, part 3 of my Contemporary work in progress.
*My sincere appreciation if you’ve read this far.
Eva’s Authors Den Page: https://tinyurl.com/yycm7d2w
At this juncture in life and point in time, it isn’t feasible for me to adopt another. So, I consolidated and packed Hope’s favorite catnip toys in a container which rests on a storage box next to my desk. I donated food and cat litter. Hauled away, four cat perches. They’d endured the wear and tear of two feisty gals who’d climb to the top even at their ripe old age.
Lost…
A pet parent for so many years, I didn’t realize all the extra work involved until no longer required:
The storage closet next to where the litter box used to be doesn't need a weekly wipe down. I’m not vacuuming stray litter here and there around the clock. Upholstery and carpets are free of cat hair. The kitchen floor stays clean without washing it twice per day. I’ve closed certain doors, normally left open, so those two could explore secluded areas. Not that they couldn’t open the doors themselves if curiosity motivated them enough.
Housekeeping perfection was never a priority over cat-friendly surroundings.
Lost in my own space, filled with memories, I’m constantly reminded of how two furry companions made this place a loving home, on their terms.
In my capacity as a writer, I’m coming to a close in the white space occupied by chapter 56, part 3 of my Contemporary work in progress.
*My sincere appreciation if you’ve read this far.
Eva’s Authors Den Page: https://tinyurl.com/yycm7d2w
September 16, 2020
Eva’s Byte #281 – Expiration Dates
I’m one of those people who can’t bring myself to consume a nonperishable food item fast-approaching or past its printed expiration date.
Yet, it’s been brought out that because the canning process locks out oxygen, canned food has the potential to stay fresh for years, far beyond the embossed date. And, get this: according to a cited business insider note, “most expiration dates are made up”.
Living in New England where we’re subject to hurricanes or snowstorms, I’ve have a tendency to overstock cans of soup, tuna, and vegetables. Then, under the influence of the COVID-19 pandemic and the possibility of having to quarantine for fourteen days, I’ve added powdered milk, packaged mac & cheese, and boxed rice to the stockpile.
This week, foraging inside my kitchen cupboards as part of my fall cleaning regimen, I tossed out what didn’t make the cut. If I never open that box of rice, it can stay on a shelf until 2022. I can’t say the same for the other dry goods which were discarded.
During a power failure at the height of a storm, I’m partial to opening a can of tuna and a can of green beans, using my Swing-A-Way portable opener. Mixed together on a plate with a sprinkle of salad dressing, I’ve prepared a tasty, nutritious meal in a pinch.
Pivoting from my capacity as a writer, I’ll venture to say that beloved literature has no expiration date. A book’s date of publication is analogous to the aging of fine wine, its words appreciated more and more over the years, despite the ravages of time to its cover and pages.
Long live the debut novels we Indies have written. My debut Contemporary, Underlying Notes, was originally published in 2008.
What about yours?
*My sincere appreciation if you’ve read this far.
Eva’s Authors Den Page: https://tinyurl.com/yycm7d2w
Yet, it’s been brought out that because the canning process locks out oxygen, canned food has the potential to stay fresh for years, far beyond the embossed date. And, get this: according to a cited business insider note, “most expiration dates are made up”.
Living in New England where we’re subject to hurricanes or snowstorms, I’ve have a tendency to overstock cans of soup, tuna, and vegetables. Then, under the influence of the COVID-19 pandemic and the possibility of having to quarantine for fourteen days, I’ve added powdered milk, packaged mac & cheese, and boxed rice to the stockpile.
This week, foraging inside my kitchen cupboards as part of my fall cleaning regimen, I tossed out what didn’t make the cut. If I never open that box of rice, it can stay on a shelf until 2022. I can’t say the same for the other dry goods which were discarded.
During a power failure at the height of a storm, I’m partial to opening a can of tuna and a can of green beans, using my Swing-A-Way portable opener. Mixed together on a plate with a sprinkle of salad dressing, I’ve prepared a tasty, nutritious meal in a pinch.
Pivoting from my capacity as a writer, I’ll venture to say that beloved literature has no expiration date. A book’s date of publication is analogous to the aging of fine wine, its words appreciated more and more over the years, despite the ravages of time to its cover and pages.
Long live the debut novels we Indies have written. My debut Contemporary, Underlying Notes, was originally published in 2008.
What about yours?
*My sincere appreciation if you’ve read this far.
Eva’s Authors Den Page: https://tinyurl.com/yycm7d2w
September 9, 2020
Eva’s Byte #280 – Desk-Drawer Oddities
Don’t we all hang onto oddities for dear life inside a desk drawer?
Rah rah sis boom bah for my ‘69 high school graduation tassel and ‘73 gold-and-white freshman college beanie.
I’ve preserved both oddities inside a plastic bag, tucked beneath file folders in one of my deep desk drawers.
In retrospect, 1969-1970 was a watershed year:
Excerpts from my Nonfiction Memoir Collection: #65 – “On the Cusp”:
1969 was a pivotal year on the cusp of ending the counter-cultural Sixties, while approaching the oppositional Seventies. That same year I became a freshman at Rhode Island College, embarking on an intellectual journey driven by idealism.
During September’s inaugural convocation held inside Roberts Hall, I bonded with fellow classmates who were strangers pairing by chance on the auditorium’s stage. I happened to lock hands with a lanky, long-haired dude named Dennis. We swooned to the Youngbloods’ lyrical illusion of idealism embedded in their song, “Get Together”.
At the moment, each of us smiled upon our brethren as though we loved each other at first sight.
The worst was yet to come by the tide of events brewed on May 4, 1970 with the student uprising, i.e. massacre at Ohio’s Kent State University. Prompted by Tricky Dick’s announcement to continue bombing Cambodia, student protestors and the National Guard stood their oppositional ground. Panicked guardsmen hailed bullets killing four students and wounding nine, escalating a student uprising to a watershed moment in the antiwar movement.
As a gesture of solidarity, smiling on our brothers, most students from every campus in the land went on strike.
In the here and now, through my capacity as a writer, I’ve been striking the keys, drafting ch. 55, part 3 of my Contemporary work in progress. In retrospect, a watershed chapter.
*My sincere appreciation if you’ve read this far.
Eva’s Authors Den Page: https://tinyurl.com/yycm7d2w
Rah rah sis boom bah for my ‘69 high school graduation tassel and ‘73 gold-and-white freshman college beanie.
I’ve preserved both oddities inside a plastic bag, tucked beneath file folders in one of my deep desk drawers.
In retrospect, 1969-1970 was a watershed year:
Excerpts from my Nonfiction Memoir Collection: #65 – “On the Cusp”:
1969 was a pivotal year on the cusp of ending the counter-cultural Sixties, while approaching the oppositional Seventies. That same year I became a freshman at Rhode Island College, embarking on an intellectual journey driven by idealism.
During September’s inaugural convocation held inside Roberts Hall, I bonded with fellow classmates who were strangers pairing by chance on the auditorium’s stage. I happened to lock hands with a lanky, long-haired dude named Dennis. We swooned to the Youngbloods’ lyrical illusion of idealism embedded in their song, “Get Together”.
At the moment, each of us smiled upon our brethren as though we loved each other at first sight.
The worst was yet to come by the tide of events brewed on May 4, 1970 with the student uprising, i.e. massacre at Ohio’s Kent State University. Prompted by Tricky Dick’s announcement to continue bombing Cambodia, student protestors and the National Guard stood their oppositional ground. Panicked guardsmen hailed bullets killing four students and wounding nine, escalating a student uprising to a watershed moment in the antiwar movement.
As a gesture of solidarity, smiling on our brothers, most students from every campus in the land went on strike.
In the here and now, through my capacity as a writer, I’ve been striking the keys, drafting ch. 55, part 3 of my Contemporary work in progress. In retrospect, a watershed chapter.
*My sincere appreciation if you’ve read this far.
Eva’s Authors Den Page: https://tinyurl.com/yycm7d2w
September 2, 2020
Eva’s Byte #279 – Labors of Love
Thought of as summer’s last hurrah, Labor Day weekend is right around the corner. The federal U.S. holiday, celebrated on the first Monday of September, was instituted to honor the contributions laborers have made to our country’s prosperity.
Then, there are labors of love—those projects you’ll pour your time and tears into without getting paid.
What’s yours?
Mine is writing. In my capacity as an independently published author, I consider the royalties I’ve earned, pennies from heaven. Since I’ve never been one of those “go big or go home” authors, I’m in for the long haul, grateful for each reader and review.
Content to write on the catch-as-catch-can basis because of the day’s demands and life’s hairpin turns, my labors of love have taken years to finish. After my first Contemporary publication in 2008, the second book was published in 2016. Okay, I did publish a Non-Fiction Memoir collection in 2017, and a novella in 2019.
However, I’ve been laboring over my current work in progress since 2017. After a week’s worth of love and devotion, I finished drafting chapter 54 in part 3, at 1406 words. Further into the novel than I am out, I’m still in no hurry to reach the finish line at the risk of sacrificing integrity for speed. That said, I’m in awe of fellow Indies who are prolific and terrific.
If there is one characteristic pertaining to labors of love, it’s stick-to-itiveness.
*May each of us stick to our guns in finishing the labor of love we started.
My sincere appreciation if you’ve read this far.
Then, there are labors of love—those projects you’ll pour your time and tears into without getting paid.
What’s yours?
Mine is writing. In my capacity as an independently published author, I consider the royalties I’ve earned, pennies from heaven. Since I’ve never been one of those “go big or go home” authors, I’m in for the long haul, grateful for each reader and review.
Content to write on the catch-as-catch-can basis because of the day’s demands and life’s hairpin turns, my labors of love have taken years to finish. After my first Contemporary publication in 2008, the second book was published in 2016. Okay, I did publish a Non-Fiction Memoir collection in 2017, and a novella in 2019.
However, I’ve been laboring over my current work in progress since 2017. After a week’s worth of love and devotion, I finished drafting chapter 54 in part 3, at 1406 words. Further into the novel than I am out, I’m still in no hurry to reach the finish line at the risk of sacrificing integrity for speed. That said, I’m in awe of fellow Indies who are prolific and terrific.
If there is one characteristic pertaining to labors of love, it’s stick-to-itiveness.
*May each of us stick to our guns in finishing the labor of love we started.
My sincere appreciation if you’ve read this far.
August 26, 2020
Eva’s Byte #278 – At a Crossroads
Perchance you’ve already been there. Sooner or later, we all arrive at a crossroads—a critical juncture at which to make an irrevocable, life-altering decision. There’s no turning back. Hence, the mind toll.
In my capacity as a pet parent, that journey toward a crossroads began today. Hope, my fifteen-year-old, black&white, female feline exhibited the same symptoms that started us on our veterinary odyssey over a month ago. While some of her medications had little discerning effect, one seems to be helping to keep food down. Until this morning. I also surmised she had a fever, so took immediate action.
The outcome of this today’s emergency visit gives us a window of opportunity for the duration of a month to see if reinstating the antibacterial liquid and Prednisone offer any improvement. It’s a straw to grasp. She’d already had an ultrasound, ruling out anything we didn’t already know about.
At Hope’s advanced age, I just want to maintain her quality of life: to be able to enjoy what she eats and not regurgitate it.
In my capacity as a writer, not always in the “write” frame of mind, I’m currently drafting chapter 54, part 3 of my Contemporary Work in Progress. Unless my characters tell me otherwise, I’ll be at a crossroads at the juncture of chapter 60. At least, that’s my tentative plan.
*Should you find yourself at a crossroads, may you make the right decision without any regrets.
Eva’s Authors Den Page: https://tinyurl.com/yycm7d2w
In my capacity as a pet parent, that journey toward a crossroads began today. Hope, my fifteen-year-old, black&white, female feline exhibited the same symptoms that started us on our veterinary odyssey over a month ago. While some of her medications had little discerning effect, one seems to be helping to keep food down. Until this morning. I also surmised she had a fever, so took immediate action.
The outcome of this today’s emergency visit gives us a window of opportunity for the duration of a month to see if reinstating the antibacterial liquid and Prednisone offer any improvement. It’s a straw to grasp. She’d already had an ultrasound, ruling out anything we didn’t already know about.
At Hope’s advanced age, I just want to maintain her quality of life: to be able to enjoy what she eats and not regurgitate it.
In my capacity as a writer, not always in the “write” frame of mind, I’m currently drafting chapter 54, part 3 of my Contemporary Work in Progress. Unless my characters tell me otherwise, I’ll be at a crossroads at the juncture of chapter 60. At least, that’s my tentative plan.
*Should you find yourself at a crossroads, may you make the right decision without any regrets.
Eva’s Authors Den Page: https://tinyurl.com/yycm7d2w
August 19, 2020
Eva’s Byte #277 – Degrees of Wonderful
Ever since the COVID-19 panic disrupted the world’s biorhythm, I’ve nurtured a better appreciation for what I may have taken for granted. Or, completely ignored.
Daily walks remind me that no matter how much the world has been adversely affected, there are degrees of wonderful still around. As they were in 1967 when Louis Armstrong recorded “It’s a Wonderful World”—and before then:
Green trees
Red roses
Blue skies
White clouds
Rainbows
What you probably won’t see are the faces of people going by for their masks; or, friends shaking hands. Beside the point. Nature’s bounty is a degree of wonderful to marvel when you need a boost in serotonin. Works for me.
In my capacity as writer, I’m in the swing of things, at the onset of drafting ch. 54 on the heels of researching golf. While golf has nothing to do with my Contemporary work in progress, the fictionalized scene taking place at Foster Country Club, does.
*My sincere appreciation if you’ve read this far. May you discover many degrees of wonderful in the world.
Eva’s Authors Den Page: https://tinyurl.com/yycm7d2w
Daily walks remind me that no matter how much the world has been adversely affected, there are degrees of wonderful still around. As they were in 1967 when Louis Armstrong recorded “It’s a Wonderful World”—and before then:
Green trees
Red roses
Blue skies
White clouds
Rainbows
What you probably won’t see are the faces of people going by for their masks; or, friends shaking hands. Beside the point. Nature’s bounty is a degree of wonderful to marvel when you need a boost in serotonin. Works for me.
In my capacity as writer, I’m in the swing of things, at the onset of drafting ch. 54 on the heels of researching golf. While golf has nothing to do with my Contemporary work in progress, the fictionalized scene taking place at Foster Country Club, does.
*My sincere appreciation if you’ve read this far. May you discover many degrees of wonderful in the world.
Eva’s Authors Den Page: https://tinyurl.com/yycm7d2w
August 12, 2020
Eva’s Byte #276 – Triumphs
From the 1997 film, Mouse Hunt:
Lars: Ernie! Ernie, there was a quarter in there.
Ernie: A quarter? You think so small, Lars.
Since the COVID-19 pandemic got off to a global rolling start by March, 2020, social-distancing and self-isolation are still the norms for me in August. Major forays are the weekly supermarket trip, the monthly hair salon appointment, routine dental and doctor appointments.
Like Lars, my perspective on triumphs is relatively small:
The triumph of coming across an abundance of disinfectant spray on a shelf in the household aisle at the supermarket, when previously, for 6 months, there were none.
The triumph of administering a regimen of medications in the morning and evening to my cat, Hope. It goes without saying, this includes procuring her from between a rock and a hard place so I can deliver the goods down the hatch. Then, making sure she has actually swallowed the pills and liquid.
The triumph of locating, seizing, and placing Hope inside the pet taxi for her weekly trips to the veterinarian for B-12 injections.
Last, but not least—although it is last and much later in the day when I’m able to devote my attention to writing—the triumph of advancing my Contemporary WIP further along. Miraculously, still of sound mind at that time, I chip away at the art of storytelling. All things considered, I feel exhilarated for approaching the finish line of chapter 53, Part 3.
Lars: Instead of dwelling on what we lack, let's be thankful for what we have.
From where I sit, overcoming any degree of adversity is a major triumph. All the best to you in that regard.
*My sincere appreciation if you’ve read this far.
Eva’s Authors Den Page: https://tinyurl.com/yycm7d2w
Lars: Ernie! Ernie, there was a quarter in there.
Ernie: A quarter? You think so small, Lars.
Since the COVID-19 pandemic got off to a global rolling start by March, 2020, social-distancing and self-isolation are still the norms for me in August. Major forays are the weekly supermarket trip, the monthly hair salon appointment, routine dental and doctor appointments.
Like Lars, my perspective on triumphs is relatively small:
The triumph of coming across an abundance of disinfectant spray on a shelf in the household aisle at the supermarket, when previously, for 6 months, there were none.
The triumph of administering a regimen of medications in the morning and evening to my cat, Hope. It goes without saying, this includes procuring her from between a rock and a hard place so I can deliver the goods down the hatch. Then, making sure she has actually swallowed the pills and liquid.
The triumph of locating, seizing, and placing Hope inside the pet taxi for her weekly trips to the veterinarian for B-12 injections.
Last, but not least—although it is last and much later in the day when I’m able to devote my attention to writing—the triumph of advancing my Contemporary WIP further along. Miraculously, still of sound mind at that time, I chip away at the art of storytelling. All things considered, I feel exhilarated for approaching the finish line of chapter 53, Part 3.
Lars: Instead of dwelling on what we lack, let's be thankful for what we have.
From where I sit, overcoming any degree of adversity is a major triumph. All the best to you in that regard.
*My sincere appreciation if you’ve read this far.
Eva’s Authors Den Page: https://tinyurl.com/yycm7d2w
