Pauline Evanosky

Tuesday, April 7, 2026

When Was It Ever Supposed to Be Simple?

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Part of my daily routine is to check out a website called WeberBooks. It advertises whatever free books on Amazon I might be interested in that day. These are all Kindle books. I’ve got almost 3,000 that I’ve picked out over the years to read. Have I read them all? No, but they are in my own private library to read whenever I want. Best of all, I didn’t spend any money on them. Oh, there are some that I pay for because WeberBooks not only offers free books on Amazon but also deeply discounted ones.

From my brief experience as a published writer on Amazon, I know that authors are given special promotion days when they can offer their books for sale on Kindle. You would use this as you introduce your Kindle book, hot off the press, so to speak. I believe it is five days, and authors generally choose a Friday-Saturday-Sunday combo and use their two remaining days elsewhere. It’s been a long time since I was involved in that, though I do hope to do so again this year, and the only books I offered for sale on Amazon were what are called low-content books. Mostly, decorated notebooks. Those were not on Kindle, but are paperback, and all my own copies I have were experiments just to see how to create a book on Canva. But that is an entirely different story.

One of the arguments to publish a “real” book, something that is not considered a “low-content” book, is that KDP (Kindle Direct Publishing) also gives you an ISBN (International Standard Book Number). You could purchase your own, but it costs $125 for one number from Bowker Publishing Services. You can also purchase ten of them for $295. If you don’t have the money, get one from Amazon. I did a quick Google search, and evidently, you can purchase an ISBN for less on other websites, but you are restricted in where you can sell your book. Okay, too much information. I want to get back to my article.

One Kindle book that I selected today is a nine-volume set by Lauren Street called The Bishop Smoky Mountain Thrillers. Usually it sells for $29.99, but it was on sale for $2.99 or something like that. I used some Amazon points I had, and it was free.

So, if you are a writer, you would also be a reader. I’m just passing along a benefit that I enjoy, and you might too. This is, after all, my writer’s website.

But, back to the title of this piece: When Was It Ever Supposed to Be Simple? The idea struck me like a lightning bolt. Ideas don’t strike like a wet noodle. Ideas are stabbing and staggering thoughts. That’s what I thought as I read the synopsis of one of the books I did not buy today.

I don’t know about you, but I started out life and even as a young woman stood on the edge of my future life, thinking everything would go as planned. Of course, it didn’t, and it was the pain, heartbreak, and sometimes joy that allowed me to live what I think of now as a full life. It was never easy. I thought it would be, but no, it was unexpected. I’m pleased with my life. Even though I can only say I’m an aspiring writer, I have, to date, published a lot of articles. I’m guessing, but I know it’s over 1,000. Ah, the Virgo in me wants to count. Okay. Yes, on four writing platforms, I’ve written 1,090 articles. Medium has 838 articles; Substack has 148; Talking to Spirit includes 10 pages and blog posts; it is 65; and on this website, it has 39. I’ve also written a couple of books that I haven’t gotten published. I’m not going to include them, but they are there. I recently started writing on VocalMedia. That, so far, is only two articles. As time goes by, I might write some more. Two articles are paltry. Two articles, and I would wonder what happened to the person who wrote them. So, yes, I need to write some more there. It just doesn’t feel like mine yet. Time passing and time writing will remedy that.

Am I famous? No. I do have something to offer, both as an old lady who has had a lot of life experiences, but also as a psychic channel who learned just because I thought I could. You can too, if you want, and much of what I write has to do with getting to that point. You’d be surprised at some of it, and much needs to be tailor-made, but much is also simple. Like learning to draw will open your eyes, literally, to other things that are out there that you'd never noticed before.

My dream of being a writer has taken much of my life. I can remember recording a vivid dream as a little girl. Yes, there was an awful lot of reading. No, it wasn’t easy, but like anything else, you can achieve a monumental body of work if you keep at it.

The lessons that were so hard and took so long for me to master? Basically, they are simple.

One is that you never learn everything you need to know to make your way through life. You learn what you need.
Two is that you are not the center of the universe. Except, you are.
Three is that you are not being punished for the bad things that happen to you over time. You are getting stronger. Heartbreak is not the end of the world. Heartbreak happens because you loved, and love is never a wasted experience.
Four is wealth is not money. Wealth is in how you feel. If you are happy in poverty, then you will be just as happy with wealth.

I could think up more. In fact, were I to be writing a book, I might make each of those points a chapter. Don’t think you have it in you to write a book? Oh, yes, you do.

Peace Out.

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Thursday, April 2, 2026

A Writerly Exercise

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To set the story for you about how I’m feeling right now. First of all, my health is fine. I had a scare with some low blood sugar readings, which is being solved now. So, that is being addressed.

Have you ever been so wound up with concern and worry that you have unconsciously braced yourself for impact without really knowing that’s what you’ve been doing? I think that might have happened with me, just now.

It’s Saturday, and like any other day, my tasks are to write two articles today. I spread these around for this website, TalkingtoSpirit.com, my legacy website that’s been around since 2001, and my two writing platforms on Medium.com and Substack.com. I try to write in advance for future publication, which is nice. That way, I’m not faced with any “Do It TODAY deadlines”. I try.

During February and March of this year, I didn’t get a great deal of writing done because I was first worrying and then deep in the mire of financial sorting as I prepared our paperwork for our tax lady.

Even though it appears we didn’t make any money last year, we did not want. If this continues, well, we’ll see what life is like. For now? It’s fine. I’m accustomed to being poor. In fact, I don’t think I’ve ever been much more than that. Why worry now?

The other thing was my blood sugar scare. I have not been able to sleep well for a very long time. I didn’t know why other than I am an older woman. I thought that was supposed to happen. I can remember my mother-in-law telling me she couldn’t sleep, and that’s what happens when you get old. Accompanying the sleeplessness were night sweats, sometimes brain fog, and sometimes dizziness, even to the point where I ricocheted off the walls as I made my way from our bedroom to the bathroom. Also, unsettling dreams. Altogether, I relied on naps in the afternoon to help when I got tired during the day. As I said, all this has been going on for a long time.

There was something else going on. It was the weather. We had a week of hot weather. It was in the 90s F, which would put it around 32°C. For years, the heat has bothered me. I swell up. My feet, my ankles, and my fingers. I also feel miserable. I was attributing my current round of being uncomfortable at night to this. It also always takes me a few days of cooler weather to get back to normal.

What happened a couple of weeks ago was that I woke in the wee hours. I think it was 2 or 3 am. I didn’t stay tossing and turning in bed but got up. I figured I might as well get something done rather than lying in my bed unable to go back to sleep. I could always have a nap the next day. However, I was slow. I was so slow that I noticed it. I mean, though, who wouldn’t be slow at 3 am? I took a blood sugar reading. It was low. It was 53. Now, that’s not too low, but, yes, it is low. A few days later, it was 44. Now, for me, that’s low. I had been told that when it hits 40, you’ll be in the hospital. So, yes, 44 was scary. This was at 5 am. I went into the kitchen. Time to eat.

I had a banana with sugar and milk. I tested again at 5:25 am, and my blood sugar had risen to 53. I went back to bed, and some three hours later, my blood sugar had risen to 120.

The progression with a low blood sugar episode is to either shovel a couple of teaspoons of sugar in your mouth, have some glucose tablets (I couldn't find mine), or suck on some Life Savers (I wonder if that's why they are called that?). You test ten minutes later. If you are not yet up to 70, then you repeat step one. Test again ten minutes later. If you are up to 70, you need to have something with both carbohydrates and protein in it for a sustained higher blood sugar. Cheese and crackers or a ham sandwich does the trick.

Then, it happened the next day. That was the day I awakened at 3 am. My blood sugar was 37. I couldn’t believe it. I fumbled my diabetes monitor and couldn’t get it to come back on again. I fumbled the strips that go into the monitor. This is me on a blood sugar low. Fumbling, fuzzy, just not with the program. I’m thinking to myself that by rights, I should be dead at 37. I was able to calm down and took another sample of my blood (just a drop) for another test, and ten minutes after being 37, it rose to 44. I had not eaten a thing. What was going on? Was my monitor broken? I went into the kitchen and ate something. Twenty-five minutes later, at 3:45 am, my blood sugar had risen to 64. I went back to bed, and when I got up at 7:20 am, I tested at 150. So, things were fine.

This is when I began putting the pieces together, and since Google is my friend, I went there first. There is something called nocturnal hypoglycemia, generally between the hours of 2 am and 4 am. That is when I thought to myself, “Could this have been happening to me for all this time?” I’m talking years.

I contacted my doctor the next day. She wants bloodwork and labs done, which I’ll do in a week or so. I stopped one of my nighttime medicines on her advice yesterday, and you know what? I didn’t wake up at all last night. I slept easily through the entire night. Could you say I am relieved? Yes. I am. As the results from my labs reach her, there will be a discussion about altering some of my medicines, but I am relieved.

Could this, coupled with the relief of having done our part in our taxes, be contributing to my off mood this morning? I think so. It’s the only thing I can think of.

So, what do I do about it? Sit here and watch cartoons (that would be a movie or stuff on YouTube).

No. I want a solution. Who better to experiment on than yourself? As a writer, I need to stay in touch with my own feelings, at least that’s what I’ve always thought. As a psychic, I also need to stay in touch with myself. Why? Well, to be the best writer and the best psychic I can be.

So, what is the solution? Wait it out? Eventually, I will feel better?

No, I want something quicker than that. What the solution is going to be, I just don’t know. Waving a magic wand around would be nice, but I don’t have a magic wand. I could have another cup of coffee, I suppose. Maybe, if I were to just go out on my patio to enjoy the morning air and sun, and maybe read my current book (space adventure – Craig A. Falconer – The Earthburst Saga). Yes, I think that’s the ticket. Which brings me to another book. I haven’t read it in a long time, Focusing by Eugene Gendlin. My body just sighed. My body just gave a little. That’s what focusing does. You ask yourself what’s wrong. You have this silly little conversation with yourself about what’s wrong. Then, you go relax. I mean, you could lie down on your bed if you wanted to. You drift a little and let your body tell you what’s wrong. How do you know it’s the right thing? Your body just relaxes. Read the book, and you’ll figure it out.