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Eva’s Byte #350 – Something About January
According to holidays-and-observances.com, one of several observances which occurs in January on the 22nd is “Celebration of Life Day”. Besides a day for honoring the children and grandchildren who bring joy into our lives, I view the entire month as a time to celebrate oneself through practicing self-indulgence.
There’s something about January that’s conducive to self-indulgence without the discipline of self-imposed sanctions, mandates, or deadlines.
This notion hit me yesterday, on Tuesday, the coldest day of the season, thus far, in Rhode Island: a high of 18 with a wind chill causing it to feel like it’s below -8 degrees.
Other than taking out the trash wearing a parka, I battened down the hatches to undertake intellectual pursuits.
When you think about it, January cuts down on self-guilt to tackle yard work or any other outdoor project, barring the occasional snow shoveling. I’m not as fastidious about taking my vehicle through the car wash. I don’t feel I need as varied a wardrobe to make a public appearance when only my pant legs are showing.
And, there’s certainly plenty of time ahead for any one of us in the Northeast corridor to contemplate Spring cleaning.
While January doles out the harsh elements of winter, it replenishes time on our hands to celebrate ourselves whether we seek to reflect, reinvent, refocus, rejuvenate—or, hibernate.
In the capacity of a writer, I finished drafting Chapter 5 of my Contemporary work in progress. I’ll be setting the scene for the next chapter which takes place on an Indian summer day in October of 1971.
*May the month of January be a celebration of life to foster self-indulgence.
My sincere appreciation if you’ve read this far.
Eva’s Authors Den Page: https://tinyurl.com/yycm7d2w
There’s something about January that’s conducive to self-indulgence without the discipline of self-imposed sanctions, mandates, or deadlines.
This notion hit me yesterday, on Tuesday, the coldest day of the season, thus far, in Rhode Island: a high of 18 with a wind chill causing it to feel like it’s below -8 degrees.
Other than taking out the trash wearing a parka, I battened down the hatches to undertake intellectual pursuits.
When you think about it, January cuts down on self-guilt to tackle yard work or any other outdoor project, barring the occasional snow shoveling. I’m not as fastidious about taking my vehicle through the car wash. I don’t feel I need as varied a wardrobe to make a public appearance when only my pant legs are showing.
And, there’s certainly plenty of time ahead for any one of us in the Northeast corridor to contemplate Spring cleaning.
While January doles out the harsh elements of winter, it replenishes time on our hands to celebrate ourselves whether we seek to reflect, reinvent, refocus, rejuvenate—or, hibernate.
In the capacity of a writer, I finished drafting Chapter 5 of my Contemporary work in progress. I’ll be setting the scene for the next chapter which takes place on an Indian summer day in October of 1971.
*May the month of January be a celebration of life to foster self-indulgence.
My sincere appreciation if you’ve read this far.
Eva’s Authors Den Page: https://tinyurl.com/yycm7d2w
Eva’s Byte #353 – A Sigh of Relief!
I’m one of nearly 11 million along the East Coast who battened down the hatches on January 29th during a blizzard which dumped up to 25 inches of snow in the throes of powerful wind gusts.
While anxiety-ridden for most of the 24-hour period, I breathed a sigh of relief that I didn’t lose power during temperatures plummeting from 25 to 8 degrees by the following morning. That morning, I breathed another sigh of relief when I discovered there was hardly any snow to remove from my vehicle. The wind gusts had worked favorably in blowing the light, fluffy snow elsewhere. Yet another sigh of relief escaped me when I didn’t have to grapple with frozen door locks.
Sighs of relief, for whatever reason, remind me of a literary denouement: a resolution to a dramatic complication. Speaking for myself—my overactive imagination often creates my own dilemmas.
In the capacity of a writer, my runaway imagination is an asset, often running ahead of me as I draft my Contemporary work in progress. I completed Chapter 6 (1571 words) which is fraught with dramatic complications. Far from resolving anything just yet, I did breathe a sigh of relief for having satisfied my inner critic who will hound me throughout Chapter 7.
*May our sighs of relief accompany a feeling of comfort in the wake of real or self-induced anxiety.
My sincere appreciation if you’ve read this far.
Eva’s Authors Den Page: https://tinyurl.com/yycm7d2w
While anxiety-ridden for most of the 24-hour period, I breathed a sigh of relief that I didn’t lose power during temperatures plummeting from 25 to 8 degrees by the following morning. That morning, I breathed another sigh of relief when I discovered there was hardly any snow to remove from my vehicle. The wind gusts had worked favorably in blowing the light, fluffy snow elsewhere. Yet another sigh of relief escaped me when I didn’t have to grapple with frozen door locks.
Sighs of relief, for whatever reason, remind me of a literary denouement: a resolution to a dramatic complication. Speaking for myself—my overactive imagination often creates my own dilemmas.
In the capacity of a writer, my runaway imagination is an asset, often running ahead of me as I draft my Contemporary work in progress. I completed Chapter 6 (1571 words) which is fraught with dramatic complications. Far from resolving anything just yet, I did breathe a sigh of relief for having satisfied my inner critic who will hound me throughout Chapter 7.
*May our sighs of relief accompany a feeling of comfort in the wake of real or self-induced anxiety.
My sincere appreciation if you’ve read this far.
Eva’s Authors Den Page: https://tinyurl.com/yycm7d2w
Eva’s Byte #506 – Hunkering Down
As regions in the United States experience the extreme effects of a polar vortex, my neck of the woods in New England faces several days of bitter cold with gusty breezes, keeping wind chills in the twenties and teens.
One way of staving off the cold is that of hunkering down with a good book to read.
Getting into the literary swing of things, I’ve undertaken the 2025 Goodreads Reading Challenge, having pledged to read 25 books. A conservative goal, I tend to double the amount pledged by the time the end of the year rolls around. As always, I prefer to read books written by fellow Indies.
Since the onset of January, I’ve read and reviewed Mancer Hollow by P.S. Winn. I’m currently reading Lost in the Fog by Terry Kerr.
In the capacity of a writer, I’m hunkering down drafting chapter 8 (1066 words thus far) of my Contemporary work in progress.
*May each of us stave off the elements by hunkering down with a good book.
My sincere appreciation to you for reading this far.
Eva’s Authors Den Page: http://www.authorsden.com/evapasco
One way of staving off the cold is that of hunkering down with a good book to read.
Getting into the literary swing of things, I’ve undertaken the 2025 Goodreads Reading Challenge, having pledged to read 25 books. A conservative goal, I tend to double the amount pledged by the time the end of the year rolls around. As always, I prefer to read books written by fellow Indies.
Since the onset of January, I’ve read and reviewed Mancer Hollow by P.S. Winn. I’m currently reading Lost in the Fog by Terry Kerr.
In the capacity of a writer, I’m hunkering down drafting chapter 8 (1066 words thus far) of my Contemporary work in progress.
*May each of us stave off the elements by hunkering down with a good book.
My sincere appreciation to you for reading this far.
Eva’s Authors Den Page: http://www.authorsden.com/evapasco
