Eva’s Byte #179: True Colors

‘Tis the season of autumn! Due to shorter periods of daylight and cooler temperatures, deciduous leaves stop their food-making process. Hence, chlorophyll breaks down, whereby the green color disappears, giving rise to a spectrum of yellow, red, orange, and even purple hues.  In essence, these manifestations are the leaves’ “true colors”.

An Indie author who primarily, but not exclusively, writes fiction in the genre of Contemporary, I strive to embrace realism and portray female protagonists over forty who grapple with, confront, and overcome their personal dilemmas to become empowered in making profound life changes for the better.

In order to achieve this goal, the characters must evolve organically so the reader can see their true colors:

From chapter 1 of An Enlightening Quiche—in Augusta’s words:

Autumn was indeed a tragic opera when bleeding crimson hearts expired soon after attaining their height of glory. Sadness engulfed me and mushroomed into a dark cloud hovering over the realization my own peak season had terminated when I turned the Big Four O, beaucoup months ago last November. Thus far I hadn’t exactly set the world on fire the way Mrs. Blais envisioned I would, subliminally affecting one of her many Freudian slips into Dante’s inferno.

Burnished or tarnished—when the reader finishes leafing through every page, the characters will have revealed their true colors.

The latest REVIEW excerpt – “Via two women narrators, I plunged into the intricate and tangled lives of Beauchemins’ natives and had a great time. Pasco spins a complex and engaging narrative whose protagonists, Augusta and Lindsay, as well as Yolande, Monique, Hal, and Norm, felt like old friends. I could easily imagine dropping by their homes for a mug of coffee and having a good chat.”

*Art imitates life, whereby book characters eventually reveal their true colors.

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Eva’s Byte #178: More than I Can Chew

Aren’t most of us multitaskers juggling various aspects of life? A rhetorical question, for sure!

Seems to me, Indie authors do an awful lot of juggling pertaining to the craft of writing itself. Whether we undertake every component ourselves, or solicit others to do it for us, the list includes, but is in no way limited to: story development, editing, cover design, production/formatting, distribution, and marketing. The beat goes on.

Setting all of this aside, I’m one of many Indies who aspires to purchasing and reviewing books written by fellow self-published authors as a show of support. Herein lies, my admission for biting off more than I can chew:

Sitting on my Kindle, waiting to be opened, are 58 books! Can’t say I’ll read every one of them due to time constraints, but wish I could. Most certainly, I’ll bite off even more than I can chew by purchasing more books that strike my fancy.

There’s no rhyme or reason for my sequence in reading those in waiting, preferring to follow my heart’s dictates. A discerning reader with high standards, most of the books I’ve read have merited 4-5 stars, indicating that Indies are a force to reckon with.

That said, I received an email notification this week pertaining to my nonfiction book, meriting its second award in a 2-wk. period:

We had a staggering 1,023 entries in the 2018 TopShelf Indie Book Awards, and your book 100 Wild Mushrooms: Memoirs of the ‘60s has been selected as a Finalist in the category of Memoirs (Other)!

Warm Regards,

Keith Katsikas
CEO & Publisher
TopShelf Magazine

 *Choose the road less traveled: Read a book written by an Indie.

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Eva’s Byte # 177: The ONE

I’m talkin’ about that ONE book which increased your appetite to a feeding frenzy for becoming a voracious reader without let up. For me, my no-turning-back moment, except for turning back the pages to read that ONE again and again, occurred in third grade. A nine-year-old so smitten with The Wonderful Wizard of Oz by L. Frank Baum, I signed it out from the school library several weeks in a row.

Years later, life imitated art for conveying the central themes in Baum’s classic, when I composed “Mr. Wizardo,” a Contemporary novella off the beaten path of the yellow brick road. This novella of 18,535 words is part of an anthology comprised of adult fairy tales, Once Upon a Fabulous Time, co-authored with fellow Indie Fabs: Aliya DalRae, R.M. Gauthier, JB Richards, Lyra Shanti, and Joanne Van Leerdam.

The anthology was recently chosen an “Official Selection” for the category of “short story collection” in the 2018 New Apple Summer eBook Awards for Excellence in Independent Publishing. As we Fabs say, “Huzzah!”

Ironically, I’m not a reading fan of fantasy per se, preferring books in the genres of Literary Fiction, Dark Fiction, Contemporary, True Crime, Detective Stories, and Mystery. Yet, there’s no mistaking the impact of The Wonderful Wizard of Oz through its powerful and pervasive themes which smack of realism:

Duplicity. Illusion. Individuation. Self-Realization. Female Empowerment. Enlightenment.

There’s no place like the home one makes between the pages of an engrossing book.


*Name that ONE book which defined your reading experience and had a profound effect on your life.


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Eva’s Byte #176: A Writer of Few Words

Rah Rah Sis Boom Bah!

I finished drafting and polishing chapter 11 of my Work in Progress at 1456 words over the course of 4 weeks—a conservative estimate at that, and not engraved in stone because anything is subject to change until “the end”.

While other writers might draft anywhere from 2000 – 5000 words per session—another conservative estimate—I typically do not. On any given day during a 2 hr. session, if I manage to produce 100 – 200 words, it’s a triumph! During this session, I might detour off the path to conduct research or consult a thesaurus.

I work better when I nail kick-butt words and infuse each sentence with the means to justify the ending of my story. That’s not to say other writers don’t excel at their own speedy expediency. Hey—I wish I could be like them instead of weighing every word and how it translates during the writing process itself.

If anyone reading this blog thinks I’m ready to dig the foundation of chapter 12 straightaway—hold on! As always, I go back to the beginning where the story started 15,687 words ago, roving with a critical eye:  Clarity. Alignment of facts. Realistic dialogue. Proofing for typos.  For me, it is such a gratifying process to see how writing a novel straight “out of my mind” unfolds.

In real time:

*On September 4th, I received an email from New Apple Literary Services for Independent Authors with regard to the 2018 New Apple Summer Book Awards for Excellence in Independent Publishing:

Your book, 100 Wild Mushrooms: Memoirs of the ‘60s, was chosen as the solo “Medalist Winner” in the Autobiography / Biography / Memoir category of our Summer eBook Awards!

I view this award as “one for the team” of Indies. Although fame and fortune may elude us, our books deserve recognition.

*A writer’s journey to the finish line should justify the means of navigation.

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Eva’s Byte #175: Brash Talk

Not trash talk, the use of insulting or boastful speech intended to demoralize another—but, “brash talk,” the milieu of writers for creating memorable lines.

In my opinion, brash talk—whether bawdy, angry, caustic, or love-struck—generates its own brand of eloquence:


From William Shakespeare’s A Midsummer Night’s Dream: Hermia to Lysander – “Graze on my lips, and if those hills be dry/Stray lower where the pleasant fountains lie.”

From Emily Brontë’s Wuthering Heights, my all-time favorite novel: Heathcliff to Catherine – “Catherine Earnshaw, may you not rest as long as I am living. You said I killed you–haunt me then. The murdered do haunt their murderers. I believe–I know that ghosts have wandered the earth. Be with me always–take any form–drive me mad.”


Talk is cheap—unless vivid and character driven!


One of my pet peeves as a reader is that of coming across lame dialogue which can’t hold a candle to the wind. Therefore, when writing, I try my best to avoid composing drivel, while staying true to my characters. My own worst critic, the other day, I scrolled back to chapter 10 in my WIP, editing what didn’t wash with me.

I felt a whole lot better for executing this line, spoken by my protagonist, Aida, to her best friend during a flashback scene: “Muriel, didn’t anyone ever mention that you can’t commit a murder by death wish alone?”


*You’re cordially invited to drop a line of brash talk either from your own WIP, or from a book you’ve read.


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Eva’s Byte #174: Under the Influence

While there’s plenty of hearsay and admission from acclaimed published authors and poets who’ve hit the bottle or jammed a needle as a means of coping with any one of the frustrations a writer may experience, I’m not channeling Hemingway, Faulkner, Fitzgerald, or Poe—no no!

I’m talking about writing under the influence of a literary muse or two, whether they happen to be dead or alive. The three whom I’m aware of are living.

*First and foremost, my mother:

Ever since I was a toddler sitting on my mother’s 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. Now, one day, this teeny-tiny woman put on her teeny-tiny bonnet, and went out of her teeny-tiny house to take a teeny-tiny walk …”

A graduate of Katherine Gibbs Secretarial School, she taught me to become a proficient typist by the age of nine. At the age of twelve, I pounded chapter stories in the genres of mystery and espionage, replete with dialogue, on my girly-pink Tom Thumb typewriter.

*I credit the author, Anne Lamott, for validating the stuff my dreams to write are made of. In the author’s own words, “I try to write the books I would love to come upon, that are honest, concerned with real lives, human hearts, spiritual transformation, families, secrets, wonder, craziness—and that can make me laugh.”

Likewise, I compose fiction which taps into significant issues affecting the lives of ordinary/ extraordinary, flawed women who grapple with, confront, and overcome their personal dilemmas to become empowered in making profound life changes for the better. Secrets, idiosyncrasies, and sardonic humor prevail throughout my writing.

*A shout out to author, Stephen King, whose books I’ve devoured over the years.

More than just mastering the genre of horror, I admire his genius for character development, realistic dialog, and a prevailing sense of humor. I credit King for the unleashing of my own perverse sense of humor where I deem it needed.

For instance, this snippet from Chapter 5 in An Enlightening Quiche (2016):

 The school teacher could use the extra cash since grappling with her husband’s much publicized conviction for first-degree child molestation sexual assault. Facing a minimum of ten to fifteen years in prison for the least invasive criminal scenario more than likely sparked the voluminous, luminous, bituminous pyre two days prior to Vern’s court appearance for sentencing. Death by hibachi! Vernon Blais went out in a blaze of glory, smoked to death barbecuing charcoal briquettes while locked inside the bathroom with the window shut, an apropos exit strategy for the junior high guidance counselor caught stalling a thirteen year old boy in his office privy.

*Under the influence, whom do you credit for unleashing your creative flair?

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Eva’s Byte #173: A REEL Impact!

This week I was tagged on Facebook to participate and forward this post:

TEN day movie challenge: Post an image, without explanation, from a movie which made an impact on you.  ONE movie image & ONE nomination per day for 10 days.

Although I rarely engage in these challenges, I accepted the nomination, as it doesn’t require much time or effort to follow through on an enjoyable pursuit.

Without a moment’s hesitation, the no. 1 film which has made the greatest impact on me, pertaining to my writing, is On the Waterfront (1954).  If memory serves me correctly, I was 12 years old when I first watched Elia Kazan’s gritty and thought-provoking combination of crime drama, romance, and character study. So many quote-worthy lines too. Here’s by far, the most recognizable:

Terry Malloy – “You don’t understand. I coulda had class. I coulda been a contender. I coulda been somebody, instead of a bum, which is what I am, let’s face it.”

 On the Waterfront influenced the types of movies and programs I’d watch, and the book genres I’d prefer to read. As a writer/published author, I’m fond of branding my Contemporary Women’s Fiction as “Lit with Grit”.  Besides incorporating historic landmarks, geographic entities, and regional culture in my novels:

I create fully-fleshed characters.

I steer away from writing lame dialogue.

In both regards, I’m proud to include an excerpt from a 5-Star review for An Enlightening Quiche (2016):

“It was filled with fascinating, three-dimensional characters who seem to live and breathe on the page, the dialogue between them was honest and believable, a trick many authors never seem to achieve.”

 “Go ahead, make my day.”

* Leave a comment with the title of a movie which made a REEL impact on your life.


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Eva’s Byte #172: A PINpoint in Time

Undergoing a midlife renaissance after retiring from a 29-year teaching career in elementary education, I rekindled my passion for storytelling:

Underlying Notes (2008)

An Enlightening Quiche (2016)

100 WILD Mushrooms: Memoirs of the ‘60s (2017)

“Mr. Wizardo” for the anthology, Once Upon a Fabulous Time (2017)

Besides these major works, I moonlight betwixt and between novel writing by composing weekly blogs and occasional memoirs. In tribute to my rewarding teaching care, I’m sharing one of my recent memoirs:

Neat as a Pin!

Memories dancing on the head of a pin…

“Neat” as in tidy, for having organized the contents of my desk drawers during a spring cleaning session.

“Neat” as in hanging on to a small plastic container of straight pins, also known to sew-and-sews as hemming pins or basting pins. Bequeathed to me 44 years ago, I’ve never pried open the lid to avail myself of a single straight pin, and doubt I ever will. Yet, I retain the receptacle for the memories which dance on the head of a pin whenever I open the middle drawer on the right side of my desk.

In 1973, I launched my career in elementary education by landing a fifth-grade teaching position in my hometown. Ready to stow my personal paraphernalia inside my metal contraption of a desk, one of the teachers next door to me in the open classroom setting, informed me right away that I inherited Mrs. Creighton’s (not her real name) desk. Apparently, Mrs. Creighton was an avid bird watcher who incorporated her love of nature in the subjects she taught. Taking over a desk belonging to my retired predecessor in the very room she reigned made perfect sense. That’s when I discovered the left-behind pins inside the middle drawer, and shoved them to the back so as to make room for my planbook and other tools of the trade.

Perhaps I could have made good use of several pins the day I snagged and tore the sleeve of my corduroy jumpsuit on the sharp edge of a filing cabinet drawer. Instead, I carried on like a ragamuffin.

Not only did I inherit Mrs. Creighton’s classroom and desk, but followed in her footsteps by infusing my lessons with adventures in nature whenever possible, no matter what teaching trench I happened to find myself in: sixth, fifth, or third grade.

One year I organized a parent-supervised bike ride from our school to the water treatment plant. Another time, my students participated in outdoor Olympic events where all distances were measured in Metric. One class took a field trip to Caratunk Wildlife Refuge which involved quite a bit of hiking. At a different point in time, my students drifted along the once industrial-polluted Blackstone River via The Blackstone Valley Explorer. We set up our own active compost bin on school property, and even buried a time capsule of meaningful objects befitting our classroom civilization…

As for Mrs. Creighton’s desk– alas, a front leg collapsed one evening while I corrected papers. I balanced the bulk of the beast on my knees until the school janitor wrested it from me. My replacement was a brand new deluxe model which I christened, “The Cadillac”. When I chose to retire after 29 years of teaching, I emptied my desk of its contents, leaving it neat as a pin for my successor—except for one relic I purposely left behind—a paperback copy of The Great School Lunch Rebellion by David. T. Greenberg.

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Eva’s Byte # 171: As a Result of—the Visit

Every August I eagerly await my sister’s annual summer visit to Rhode Island. Invariably, these visits have spawned spontaneous memoirs which I’ve published on my web page at Authors Den under the heading “Short Stories”—“The Vacation” and “The Playground”.

In commemoration of this year’s visit, I’m sharing Memoir #82 from my nonfiction memoir collection, 100 WILD Mushrooms: Memoirs of the ‘60s (2017)—“Misery on the Nelesco!”

My younger sister’s visit to Rhode Island (summer of 2015) predisposed me to write about our first excursion to Block Island which took place over 50 years ago! As the family trudged up the stairs to Champlin’s, one of the more popular seafood shacks in Galilee, we overlooked the landing docks where one can view the ferries arriving from and departing to Block Island. Overcast skies, biting breezes, and bone-chilling dampness prompted my sister to announce, “This reminds me of our trip to Block Island!”

So, all these years later, I’m navigating the choppy waters to a mariner’s destination that made the Nature Conservancy’s list of twelve sites in the Western Hemisphere entitled, “The Last Great Places.”

From the viewpoints of a six-year-old and thirteen-year-old, Block Island would have been the last place we’d ever want to visit again!

During my father’s two-week summer vacation when we’d embark on road trips strapped inside our Plymouth Suburban station wagon, we were at a loss for a venue on an overcast, chilly, damp day. Whatever possessed my dad to suggest a trip to Block Island via a ferry from Port o’ Providence, I’ll never know. None of us were dressed for the inclement weather to endure a four-hour excursion each way aboard the Nelesco.

My father, sister, and I talked our mother into settling on the lower deck. Prone to seasickness, she leaned against the ferry wall, struggling to keep breakfast down the hatch. Meantime, the three of us withstood the elements, pressed against the railing to see what we could discern along the receding shoreline through the fog. The sea was relatively calm from Providence to Newport where other passengers clambered aboard, while a bunch of brawny, swarthy, societal misfits loaded freight. Docked in Newport, my sister and I got a kick out of the divers who would fetch coins thrown overboard by the passengers, and hold them up as proof of their panhandling prowess.

The next two hours from Newport to Block Island on the high sea with nothing to see but murky water everywhere, churned into Misery on the Nelesco! Besides shivering uncontrollably in our short sleeves and shorts, we couldn’t steady ourselves on our feet as the ferry pitched back and forth in the brine. Like drunkards, we staggered inside and flopped on a bench along the inside wall. It didn’t surprise me that the piano was chained to one of the poles.

My mother fared even worse inside, claiming the erratic horizon line of the waves espied through the port holes made her dizzy. Dizzy or not, she’d end up making several trips to the head with my sister who suddenly developed a severe case of the d’s.

Finally making landfall on Block Island which wasn’t really an idyllic paradise back then, but a honky-tonk hole-in-the-squall, we foraged for a place to eat. Even though I’d worked up an appetite from the sea air, I pecked at clam cakes coated in orange batter which tasted lousy. From that point on, we had another four-hour excursion to get home. Walking the gangplank was not an option.

Today, one can board the 55-minute traditional ferry or 30-minute high-speed ferry to Block Island. Only the high-speed ferry is available from Newport and Fall River. Ironically, there are no more ferries running from Providence to Block Island. In retrospect, my sister and I harbor fond memories tempest-tossed in misery on the Nelesco.

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Eva’s Byte #170 – Draft-y

An Indie author at the forefront of my current work in progress, I spent the past two weeks proofing, editing, tweaking, fleshing, meshing, and messing around with my document. Heh heh—without advancing the story a single word, my future novel in the genre of Contemporary miraculously progressed from chapter 7 to 10 as a result of subdividing chapters.

A “pantser” who pivots solely from ideas ricocheting in my mind without a written outline or compendium of notes, the story has already grown in scope and depth through unforeseen twists and turns.

Shiver me timbers, there’s a draft coming from a blank page!

No longer giving the fabrication process of writing the bum’s rush, it’s been draft-y in my office as I compose chapter 10 beyond typing it as such in the document.

Typically during each daily writing session of 1-2 hours, I progress with the speed of a glacier. I advance. I retreat to either: research, use the thesaurus to find a lesser-used, suitable synonym, or monitor my word flow.  Some would argue to draft and be damned, so as not to disrupt the momentum.  That’s not how I roll. For me, each sentence is predicated on its predecessor as I weave my story.

Better to word build by taking great pains, rather than demolishing a shoddy setup, only to start over again, eh?

I may have only written 131 words in the first 2-hr.session of drafting chapter 10, but it’s a solid foundation for adding on. Rereading it will fire me up to fabricate what will logically follow.

Adhering to the principles of an indie author to the nth degree, I don’t set word quotas or publication deadlines at the risk of compromising my work, of which I’m very proprietary. It might be several more months to a year or more before this baby is road ready for publication. Whenever—you can be sure this diamond in the rough will be polished to a high sheen. That’s the cold, hard truth!

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