“The artist produces for the liberation of his soul.” #BeWoW #Quotes

I was led to my author today by a man named Martin Gabel, an award winning stage actor from the mid 20th Century. I’m not positive the quote I went looking for was correct, but I ended up in some great ones anyway.

W. Somerset Maugham was a British writer who wrote in just about every form you could at the time: Plays, Novels, Short Stories. He served in the Red Cross during WWI and was recruited into the British Secret Service in 1916.

The man’s views on writing are solid. Other aspects of life are a bit more fragile. Due to the time he lived in there were secrets he kept and veils he hid behind that could only do damage to the man within. I’m giving you today his thoughts about writing with a few thrown in that influence you as a writer

13 Quotes from W. Somerset Maugham

W. Somerset Maugham Imgatination Quote
It seems that the creative faculty and the critical faculty cannot exist together in their highest perfection.
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The crown of literature is poetry.
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It is unsafe to take your reader for more of a fool than he is.
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The ability to quote is a serviceable substitute for wit.
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The artist produces for the liberation of his soul. It is his nature to create as it is the nature of water to run down the hill.
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When you choose your friends, don’t be short-changed by choosing personality over character.
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There are three rules for writing a novel. Unfortunately, no one knows what they are.
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It’s a funny thing about life; if you refuse to accept anything but the best, you very often get it.
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It wasn’t until late in life that I discovered how easy it is to say, ‘I don’t know.’
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Imagination grows by exercise, and contrary to common belief, is more powerful in the mature than in the young.
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People ask for criticism, but they only want praise.
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Writing is the supreme solace.
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Habits in writing as in life are only useful if they are broken as soon as they cease to be advantageous.

W. Somerset Maugham Poetry Quote


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Amber Wake: Gabriel Falling by PS Bartlett and Ronovan HesterRonovan Hester is an author, with his debut historical adventure novel Amber Wake: Gabriel Falling , now available on Amazon. He shares his life through his blog RonovanWrites.WordPress.com. His love of poetry, authors and community through his online world has led to the creation of a site dedicated to book reviews, interviews and author resources known as LitWorldInterviews.com.

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“…the heart explodes into a lifelong dance.”

You discover a quote in the oddest of places. Bret “The Hitman” Hart is a former professional wrestler and author from Canada. He rose to fame in what is now known as the WWE. He was around during and after the time of the likes of Hulk Hogan and Randy “The Macho Man” Savage. He was even chosen by Andre the Giant to wrestle the headline match on a stop of a European tour. This was a sign of respect by the big man.

Recently Hart announced he was battling prostate cancer. He’s had a lot of hard knocks over the past decade or two. His brother, Owen, died in the wrestling ring from a, I’ll just go ahead and say it, stupid gimmick stunt used to give the fans a thrill in the WWE. It wasn’t his brother’s idea. Then he suffers a stroke. Now this. In his announcement he said the following.

Mark Helprin wrote: “We are all perfect clocks that Divinity has set to ticking when, even before birth, the heart explodes into a lifelong dance.” I’ve had a great lifelong dance and I’m a survivor of many hard battles.-Bret Hart.

Of course, I had to go find out who Mark Helprin is. He’s a writer born in Manhattan into an entertainment family. Now he lives on a large farm that he actually works himself.

One thing that brought attention to Helprin was his stance on copyrights of an author. Pretty much he believes it should extend as far as Congress can make it go. Apparently, bloggers hit back at him for this. I’m wondering exactly what his wording was, or who these bloggers were. Even I, as a blogger, want my work protected, whatever work there may be.

The quote is a bit out there in some part. It comes from the book Memoir from Antproof Case. A book with a 3.97 rating on Goodreads out of over 2,ooo reviews. The book sounds like it covers every possible experience wrapped up in one man’s life.

It just goes to show you not to stereotype people. Bret Hart delivered this quote to a ton of people. Lots of us grew up watching him. He’s a legend of the wrestling entertainment industry, and not because he had a loud mouth or wild character. He could actually wrestler and do his job.


For more Writer’s Quotes Wednesday click HERE to visit SilverThreading.com, and check out the comments below for links to more #BeWoW articles. (#BeWoW stands for Be Writing on Wednesday, Be Wonderful on Wednesday, writing positively.)



Amber Wake: Gabriel Falling by PS Bartlett and Ronovan HesterRonovan Hester is an author, with his debut historical adventure novel Amber Wake: Gabriel Falling , which you can Pre-Order Now and is due out in February 14, 2016. He shares his life through his blog RonovanWrites.WordPress.com. His love of poetry, authors and community through his online world has led to the creation of a site dedicated to book reviews, interviews and author resources known as LitWorldInterviews.com.

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“One of us has Breast Cancer” by @cfullerton3

Sharing a real story the way only my friend author Claire Fullerton could.

Many of you have been visited by Claire and if you haven’t you will. And if you think the name sounds familiar, it should. She’d probably truly go Southern on me and like, shoot me if she knew I put her picture and one of her book covers on here, but I thought that might remind some of you about her. She was my number 1 Contemporary Read of 2015. I loved her book so much I made her become my friend.

Dancing to an Irish Reel by Claire Fullerton

 

 

 

 

Make certain to click through, visit Claire’s personal blog, and support her post.

This is one worth supporting.

She uses her talents as a Southern style writer, and talks about her finding out one of the ladies in her her lifelong group of friends has breast cancer.

This is not a sad story in anyway. It’s about friends and their breast cancer survivor.

Writing Notes

I am one of the many women who have been touched by breast cancer through the diagnosis of a dear friend. In this case, by my childhood friend in Memphis, whose name is Tama. I wrote a 1st person narrative about what it means to support a friend going through breast cancer treatment, and it appears on Shirley Kiger Connolly’s blog on breast cancer ( she, herself, is a survivor.) The piece appears after Shirley’s own post. I thought I’d share this with you all.

Cancer is too real to be ignored

 
I am a breast cancer survivor. It’s been eighteen years since the day of that discovery when I found myself having to take it all in, then to find myself in the midst of a number of surgeries, radiation treatments,a prolonged chemotherapy  regime, hair loss, nausea, and a plethora of diagnostic tests and biopsies to follow with…

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My Blog Anniversary post of Choice.

If you were around a few days ago, you may have noticed I did a Guess Who game. I put up a profile photo of one our friends, she had changed it, and I thought it would be fun to see who could guess who it was. It was a bit obvious. In fact it was probably taken on the same day as her previous photo but this would looked all cool and movie like with the wind blowing her hair and all.

The winners, incluguessding her if she were reading, got to select a post to be reblogged here on RonovanWrites.

Melissa of The Aran Artisan, the lady in the photo of the game, decided to choose the post of a friend instead of one of her own. So I give you her choice.

yellow-bicycle-retiringLife With a Yellow Bicycle is a blog by Stephanie .

“My blog is about an ordinary woman with an extraordinary yellow bicycle and how together as a team, they overcame one of life’s dreaded obstacles. It is also about my thoughts and philosophies and stories over the course of that time.”

That’s only the first paragraph of an extraordinary story about an extraordinary woman and her extraordinary yellow bicycle that may have saved an extraordinary life.

yellow-bicycle-beachThis is Yellow Bicycle at the beach, the photo from the article you will be going to read today.

steph-and-bike-dunlaoire-002This is Stephanie and Yellow Bicycle. Yellow looks to be the most amazing bicycle. And looks so strong. The picture itself is great. I love the images. Old and new together. An Ireland lady on an adventure called life.

Now it is time to visit Stephanie and Yellow Bicycle in what turns out not to be a reblog but a request.

Today is the one year anniversary of RonovanWrites.

anniversary-1xI wasn’t going to do anything because it’s just another day of meeting people for me but I changed my mind after reading this. I have chosen this post as the one I wish for all of you to visit as a present to me. Why? The story is a reason for one. Another reason? Blogging, for me, is more than simply writing about me and my creations. Although that is what you see most of. Blogging for me this past year on RonovanWrites has been about meeting Extraordinary People with Extraordinary Stories who believe themselves to be Ordinary People with Ordinary Lives.

After reading the story Melissa had suggested, I could not think of anything I could write on this day that could come close to telling something similar to what I have been going through since that day a year and a half ago when my life was literally taken away.

It is called Je ne regrette rien ( Heading in a different direction). A story of, well it’s one you are going to read about now. I am finished speaking.

 

With Greatest  Respect to All Who Visit Here,

Ronovan

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A Song, A Moment, A Mistake, and It’s Never Too Late

Each week I like to talk about a song. Sometimes it doesn’t happen, even months have gone by without my sharing, but as I was looking for a song last time to share I came across this one. I saved it.

I’ve never ran across a song where the first five lines were written about me quite so perfectly. Although the song is written about a man in his early forties seeing x-rays of his father, I take more as a autobiographical account through most of the song in regards to myself.

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The Song

For Tim McGraw, the American Country music artist who had the number 1 hit of the year for 2004 with Live Like You Were Dying written by Tim Nichols and Craig Wiseman, it was more personal as his own father, estranged as he was, professional baseball pitcher Tug McGraw suffered from a brain tumor and died in January of the same year.

The Moment

Life has moments in it that wake you up. Sometimes they wake you up after they knock you out. Why my particular moment decided to add Amnesia to the mix I’m not certain and I don’t question. I just move along and enjoy life as best I can.

Enter the Beatles

The other song I considered today was While My Guitar Gently Weeps by George Harrison and the Beatles. Harrison wrote the song after reading the I Ching.

“seemed to me to be based on the Eastern concept that everything is relative to everything else… opposed to the Western view that things are merely coincidental.”~Harrison, George (2002). I, Me, Mine. San Francisco: Chronicle Books.

He went to his parents home and decided to write a song on the first two words he saw in a book he opened. Gently Weeps.

Harrison Mistaken

Harrison got it wrong. There might be people who believe in coincidences but this Westerner doesn’t. This Westerner in the sense Harrison was referring to in the Christian sense knows there are no coincidences. You see I know there are actions taking place in the world with a reaction to follow.

My ‘accident’ was no accident. I see it as something that was made to happen for a reason. No, I do not think God thought to do me harm, He does not do that. But what He does it take that moment and give one the opportunity to do good from it.

I haven’t done much good as opposed to before other than begin blogging. But a great many things have happened since then. Some have come to fruition already, and others are of the slow growing variety of tree of my life. Either way I will enjoy picking the fruit and enjoying the taste of it.

Is It Ever Too Late

Some people might read this and be angry because their situation is worse than mine and I dare to say that we are given the opportunity to make something out of it. Perhaps a person has days to live or months. Is a second to little to do something positive and leave this world with something of yourself that others might look to in an inspirational way? A squeeze of the hand between an estranged father in a hospital bed and his son is not too late to make a memorable moment.

I was in my early forties
With a lot of life before me
When a moment came that stopped me on a dime

I spent most of the next days, looking at the x-rays
Talking bout the options and talking bout sweet time

I asked him when it sank in
That this might really be the real end
How’s it hit ‘cha when you get that kind of news?
Man, what’d ya do?
And he said

I went skydiving
I went rocky mountain climbing
I went two point seven seconds on a bull named Fu Man Chu
And I loved deeper
And I spoke sweeter
And I gave forgiveness I’d been denyin’

And he said, Someday I hope you get the chance
To live like you were dyin’

He said, I was finally the husband
That most the time I wasn’t
And I became a friend, a friend would like to have

And all of a sudden goin’ fishin’
Wasn’t such an imposition
And I went three times that year I lost my dad
Well I, I finally read the good book
And I took a good long hard look
At what I’d do if I could do it all again
And then

I went skydiving
I went rocky mountain climbing
I went two point seven seconds on a bull named Fu Man Chu
And I loved deeper
And I spoke sweeter
And I gave forgiveness I’d been denyin’

And he said, Someday I hope you get the chance
To live like you were dyin’

Like tomorrow was a gift
And ya got eternity to think about what to do with it
What did you do with it?
What did I do with it?
What would I do with it?

Skydiving
I went rocky mountain climbing
I went two point seven seconds on a bull named Fu Man Chu
And I loved deeper
And I spoke sweeter
And I watched an eagle as it was flyin’

And he said, Someday I hope you get the chance
To live like you were dyin’

To live like you were dyin’
To live like you were dyin’
To live like you were dyin’
To live like you were dyin’

Much Respect
Ronovan

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