Could of been Cut! one choice-my life

Could of been Cut! one choice-my Life

by: Ronovan

 I love you so much

Testify to a travesty that happened from birth

You don’t even know it but you were given worth

All these hooplahs laying down their monkey laws

Let me tell you test tube lovers I ain’t got a tail in my draws

 

You say kill ‘em and let ‘em just die on the floor

But I say that life is worth the living and the dying for

Am I making a statement of opinion and of my facts

You betcha bottom dollar and I’m not holding any back

 

The big guy came down and he walked up that hill

He let them lay him down and drive spikes to kill

You think he did that so we could throw it all away

No, uh uh, not to my way of thinking no way

 

I was unintentional at 17 and a decision was made

Fruit picking in the groves near the everglades

I should of could of and would of been cut

But something spoke out and said no, that’s enough

 

Wait a minute, you ain’t got a right to say nothin’

Your body ain’t the one made for this discussion

I know what I know and I say what I love

And what I do know is…God gave life from above.

 

 

Respect for you and Your Choices

As I wish for you to have for Me and Mine

Much Love

Ronovan

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Nonsense and Such: Music Scales and Lakes Sub Par-Nonsensical Poetry?

Nonsense and Such: Music Scales and Lakes Sub Par-Nonsensical Poetry?

by: Ronovan

 Hands Glasses

You try to lick depression

But you depress the tongue

 

While the rise of a music scale is a step

To scale a ladder you climb a rung

 

You can be stabbed in the back

And take a shot in the arm

Both can occur

Without any harm

 

If you break your back

You go to a chiropractor for the aching

But then why do they say

Such a one’s work is back breaking

 

Why is there something

Called A Bridge Too Far

Was the river too short

Was the lake sub par

 

The thunder roars but has no voice

The mime doesn’t speak but that’s by choice

Perhaps it’s just by my own delusion

But all of these things seem to add to my confusion

 

You may wonder why my mind wanders so

Well perhaps you don’t really even want to know

But since the question is already out there

It’s because my mind was left…on the hallway stair

 

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10 Forgotten Male Solo Artists of the 1980s

10 Forgotten Male Solo Artists of the 1980s
by: Ronovan

Two Devo Dogs

Some of  you are looking at this and thinking “He really has lost his mind” because this is not my normal type of article. Sometimes you need to just do something completely different to get the mind fresh and have fun doing it at the same time. What better way to do that than to go tripping through ’80s music?

• 1 Artist Per Year of the 1980s that you may have forgotten about
• Must have ended the year in the Top 100 on the Billboard Charts
• You must enjoy grooving to the videos included

First up, he’s written and produced songs for Barbra Streisand. She hand picked some of his songs for A Star is Born. Tony Award winner, Drama Desk Award winner and his second album, self titled, led Rolling Stone to compare him to Bob Dylan as being an artist of originality and someone to pay attention to.
You know him if you like…Pina Coladas and getting caught in the rain.

1980 and the #11 Hit of the Year
Rupert Holmes-Escape

You heard him as a backup singer for Loretta Lynn, and his work included assisting record producer and composer Mike Post. Even after his hit he went on to record FlashBeagle for “It’s FlashBeagle, Charlie Brown”. But you know him as the voice of Believe it or Not, The Greatest American Hero.

1981 and the #11 Hit
Joey Scarbury-Theme from “The Greatest American Hero” Believe It Or Not

He was a 1960s backup singer who served four months in prison in 1995 for a DUI, and then eventually became a film producer with a Tom Sizemore film to his credit. But you’ll know him best if you are a Humphrey Bogart fan.

1982 and the #17 Hit
Bertie Higgins-Key Largo

At 17 he was a guitarist for Stevie Wonder. And let’s not forget working with Michael Jackson, Diana Ross and Chaka Khan. You’ve heard his soundtrack work in Cocoon and Independence Day but you’ll remember him best as a Maniac on the floor.

1983 and the #9 Hit
Michael Sembello-Maniac

Once a backup singer to Bette Midler, this eventual song writer and producer for No Doubt’s Tragic Kingdom , Kelly Clarkson and even Christina Aguilera millions have heard him as the singing voice of Ling in Mulan, but you might know him better when when you Break his Stride.

1984 and the #27 Hit
Matthew Wilder-Break My Stride

This man worked on countless movie scores until taking a break to be a father. Foxes, American Gigolo, Top Gun, The Running Man, and Tango & Cash. But you know him for his part in making a Cop in Beverly Hills famous.

1985 and the #61 Hit
Harold Faltermeyer-Axel F

Perfect pitch? Volunteered for military service at 17? Jazz-Rock to Punk-Rock? Johann Hölzel was a man of many talents. But you might know him better by another name.

1986 and the #28 Hit
Falco-Rock Me Amadeus

He first wrote songs for the Pointer Sisters and Earth, Wind & Fire before ending up with a hit of his own. In recent times he has written songs for and produced for Babyface, Jessica Simpson and Destiny’s Child. But as for his own singing career? Well, that’s just the way it goes. C’est La Vie.

1987 and the #6 Hit
Robbie Nevil-C’est La Vie

Member of the Raspberries,70’s solo hit maker, then gone, until he got dirty and went dancing.

1988 and the #25 Hit
Eric Carmen-Hungry Eyes

Oh Danny, you went on to play Joseph and set box office records. You married Rosco P. Coltrane’s daughter and co-wrote films with Flicka. But we will always here you should, because you are always Young and Restless, Hey, Kids Rock and Roll.

1989 and the #45 Hit
Michael Damian-Rock On

Next time around it will be the 10 Ladies We’ve Forgotten About. Journey with me through the decades as I try to rediscover the music that made me.

Much Respect
Ronovan

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Nonsense and Such: The Animal Minded or None-A Poem?

Lost Man in Chair

Nonsense and Such: The Animal Minded or None

by: Ronovan

I never saw the flight of a turtle dove

Its shell must weigh so much

But when the howler monkey screeches

Why does he choose to say it such

 

And how much tross could an alba tross

If an alba could tross tross

The truth of the matter is so simple

You determine it by a coin toss

 

Where does the rilla go

When he must be somewhere

Wherever it must be

He will go in his suit of hair

 

What does the snake wear with its rattle

When it attends a formal function

Whatever it is it must be secure

Lest there be a wardrobe malfunction

 

And how will the old coot bandi about

When the season does change

Most likely find another place

But still in down under range

 

Some may wonder what has happened

To the mind of this odd man

I will explain to you someday

When I can catch it with my hand

 

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Blue Socks

Blue Socks

by: Ronovan

 

I sat at the bus stop and laughter announced the arrival of Rod and Emerile. Rod nodded, I returned with a weak smile. He picked it up the meaning, glancing to my right.

The figure held the brim of a black fedora, twisting it out of shape. Rod elbowed Emerile. Both went silent staring up the street and into the sun as if looking for the bus.

Fingers squeezed into fists around the felt. They trembled as they settled upon his knees.

An occasional sigh was cut off by chocking sounds. Aftershave fought with the exhaust fumes of passing cars. He placed the fedora over his knee and took his left hand in his right, thumb touching the ring on his finger as if afraid it would break.

People became silent as they walked up to wait for the bus. The honking of horns began silent as if they knew. The hiss of airbrakes signaled the arrival of the bus. The man stood up and put on the crumpled brimmed fedora.

Rod and Emerile stood to one side as others did the same. The man nodded. The dark black suit climbed into the bus revealing a glimpse of navy blue socks.

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Brown Eyes

Brown Eyes

by: Ronovan

 Brown Eyes

Sweetness of Maple Gold

Richer than any money

The depths of the soul

Reflected in Amber Honey

The Blues and Greens

They have all been written

Epic love stories and poems

And battles by men smitten

For me I say no

I am trapped in your deep

That mysterious depth

That liquid mahogany of your keep

Eyes the shade to see my smile

Not lost in the hues of skies and seas

The beauties of the world

Have eyes such as these

 

Who is the first brown eyes many men my age or older fell in love with? Yes, Audrey Hepburn.

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Wordless Wednesday: Wake me When the Editing is Over

Lion Asleep on Rock
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Writing Tip: Streamlining Your Scene

Writing Tip: Streamlining Your Scene

by: Ronovan

 

Kill the darlings! Kill them all!

Agents, writing coaches, and even the pros say “Kill your darlings.” It’s the truth. Kill ‘em. Every last lovely one.

Pause for the tears to fall.

Pause over.

Edited Sheet of Writing

I’ll tell you that I only learned about Flash Fiction a month or so ago, or actually learned that’s what a process was called, although I had been using it for years. You take a scene and break it down to its essentials in as few words as possible.

  • No extra adjectives
  • No extra adverbs
  • Tell the story in the dialogue what is happening
  • Do NOT get explanatory on the reader

They want the dialogue and to find out what’s going on. Yes, there are times when you have scenes with no dialogue. I’m going to give you an example of a scene without much dialogue, before and after cutting it down to the bare essentials. (I hope I didn’t copyright infringe there.)

Here is a romance scene that we’ll see if it can be cut down. I’m not a romance writer so don’t laugh too much. It is 216 words for a very brief scene.

The man looked across the shadowy room and gazed longingly at the silk covered form of what he had desired for so long. She had finally given in. After so many long and frustrating nights of games played and rejections he could tell that she wasn’t going to deny him this time.

He waited for her to come to him. The chasing had been his to do so far, now it was her turn. The moonlight shining through the window shimmered off the red form as she moved to him.

Her breathy voice was more than he had ever imagined it would be. Her red lips and whispered words tickled his ear in a way that he could feel it in his toes. A pain that was much longed for swept through his body.

“Why are you making me wait? You know I’m ready,” she said as her glossy nails slid down his chest, slowly finding their way.

He swallowed hard and slowly took a breath to gain control before speaking. “How do you know I’m rea…,” his voice was cut off.

“I know,” she said as the smile spread across her face. There was nothing more he could say. Silk slid under fingertips as the tender skin of her shoulder gave heat to his lips.

 

I don’t read romance novels, although I write them in my mind. So I don’t even know if I wrote that properly but it will give me something to go with.

Sexy woman whispering
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Now here is the cut down version.

The man looked across the room at the body he had desired for so long. After so many  frustrating nights of games played and rejections he could tell that she wasn’t going to deny him this time.

The chasing had been his to do so far, now it was her turn to come to him. The moonlight shining through the window shimmered off red silk as she moved.

Her lips whispered words in his ear that sent a pain of longing sweeping down his body.

“Why are you making me wait? You know I’m ready,” she said, her nails sliding down his chest, slowly finding their way.

He slowly took a breath before speaking. “How do you know I’m rea…,” his voice was cut off.

“I know,” she said. She smiled.

Silk slid under fingertips as her skin burned his lips.

 

The word count for this scene is now 141 down from 216. I cut out a lot of unnecessary descriptions in the beginning that would be revealed along the way. I cut the description of the shadowy room, it was unimportant. I also left out the color of her lips. You tell me if the scene works now, just as well as before or better or worse.

Why all the cutting? To get to where the reader wanted to go while still giving the same mood and not wasting the readers time. Also I leave some things to the imagination of the reader. The physical descriptions of the two people are not given. This means they could be anyone and thus any woman or man can slip into the scene and imagine their fantasy lover.

I didn’t  have many opportunities at dialogue tags in this scene but in heavy dialogue scenes you need to occasionally throw in a he said or she said just to keep the reader on track.

  • Keep the paragraphs short, even if not traditionally grammatically appropriate.
  • This is not an English class.
  • Pull the reader to the next part and make them want to moved onward.

If this had been some psychological court case type thing, maybe there would have been more interior monologue, or maybe not. I tend to like the faster paced ideas when there are two or more people involved. A one person scene can get as ‘thoughty’ as they want to be. (Yes, I made up one of my new words.)

Yes, I would have done more with this scene if I were really writing it, but this was just for an exercise.

Let me know what you thought of the scene. Did either scene work? Was one better than the other? Why?

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Flash Fiction: A Writer’s Friend

Flash Fiction really helps me cut down to the meat of what I want to say.

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If you’ve never written Flash Fiction then you are missing a great opportunity to learn what Literary Agents and Editors are looking for, ‘Show Don’t Tell’.

As writers we make a major mistake when we first begin writing, we look at word count and page numbers. I advise you to either turn off the word count on your program, or put something over it so you can’t see it. And also don’t format for page numbers to show. Just write.

Let the story tell the story. Your first draft is just that, a first draft, a blueprint to be build upon.

Sure the industry looks at word count often but it’s the story that sells. Writing Flash Fiction does something great for your skills. Write a scene as you normally would, then strip it down to under 600 words or 300 words. If you can do this and still convey…

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Writing Tips: Short and Sweet Keeps Them in Their Seats.

Some writing is just too long and I won’t read it no matter how good you tell me it is!

 Man in Pain

It sounds harsh but it’s true. And it’s not because you’re not good. There are many types of audiences out there a writer is attempting to engross in their story, article, or whatever other type of writing it may be. Even a research piece needs to keep this in mind.

  • Make that first sentence engaging-If that first sentence hooks me I might keep going and give it a chance.
  • Keep the paragraphs short-Short paragraphs gives me this false sense of not committing to a long read. It also allows me to pause quickly if need be and come back to the article if I have to ‘step’ away for a moment without the idea I missed something or having or reread a long paragraph.
  • If Blogging, give me some visuals-Visuals make for a little something to keep me there and bring me back to reading. It also can help visual people click with your piece and add deceptive length without adding to reading time.
  • If Blogging keep this in mind-You may be the only reading material that some people are engaging in. I have problems reading books now. I can’t commit to it because I know after two chapters I can’t keep going. Blogs, however, give me something I can read and learn from that are quick and to the point. Break the article up into two parts if it is extremely long. That last part is just a suggestion. (But it might bring back people for a second day of viewing to your Blog. Authors keep that in mind too.)

Unless I am familiar with the work of the writer I will often bail if I see those long paragraphs. We aren’t in a Grammar or Writing class where you have to do things just so.

  • We write how people talk
  • We write short paragraphs
  • We use double negatives

If you are Blogging think of Flash Fiction in your article. Just get to the point and get out. Yes, add humor and entertain, but when it comes to the points you are making don’t draw them out.

Short and Sweet Keeps Them in Their Seat.

© Copyright-All rights reserved-RonovanWrites.wordpress.com-June 03, 2014.

Toppings

Toppings

by: Ronovan

 Two Men Talking

I sat quietly at the bus stop as Rod and Anton walked up.

 

“You can’t be serious, man,” said Rod.

 

“Hey, you’re belief that the number of choices indicates a lack of committing is not proven by any quantifiable research,” said Anton.

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Writing Tip: Observation Lounge

Writing Tip: Observation Lounge

by: Ronovan

 

Being stuck in an airport terminal without any electronic devices probably seems like sheer…bad places…to some people. For me, I see it as opportunity to hone a craft.

Aiport Terminal Waiting

Airports are crossroads of the world, culture, society. If you really think about it, the only electronic device you might even want to use is some recording device.

 

I would use a delay of say 6 hours to listen to conversations and jot down phrases that just capture a moment. Also writing down a visual scene in detail including the emotions it brings out would be great for my writing journal.

 

Writers always look for descriptions of so many things in their work; people, clothing, hair, jewelry, sounds, even smells. A six hour workshop on observation of imagery would be something we all could use.

 

In truth we could do this intentionally by going any place that has a fairly large gathering of people; a park, a mall, and even a grocery store. There are little interactions between people you can mention in writing that makes for a connection to the reader that you just take for granted in everyday life.

Inspired from a prompt from The Daily Post.

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They Too Shall Pass

They Too Shall Pass
by: Ronovan

I cannot look
As they burn our land
No affording to pay
They take it all
Now we have nothing
He stares on with strong eyes
But I cannot bare it
I know the hardship to come
I know his humiliation
He braves onward for our little one
I will brave onward later
For now I cannot look
For now I simply comfort with a touch
But someday…someday…I will comfort
With justice
Someday they will burn

 

Inspired by a statue photo by Mara Eastern entitled ‘A Depressed Family’.

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I’m Not THAT Man

I’m Not THAT Man

by: Ronovan

 

“So you say I’m pretty? I am not interested in you, so give up.”

 

How many of you men out there have heard anything like that? No, keep your hands up. I’ll get to you eventually. Oh, never mind. I’ll just say a lot of you said yes. Pardon how I ask this, but doesn’t that just chap your cheese and grate your hide? And yes…that is how I say it.

 

I have a confession to make. I have a habit.

 

Yes, it’s true. I….I…I pay compliments.What Balloon

 

The weight is lifted and I can breathe again. Ah, that feels so good.

 

When I compliment it’s normally about someone’s talent but occasionally it may be about someone’s hair or dress. I am even sometimes amazed at the way someone’s skin looks. Maybe it’s because I have fair skin and cannot tan that I find those who can amazing. But I get judged because of other people who have complimented in the past with other intentions.

 

And it’s not just women that will judge. Even men think you are up to something if you pay compliments to a woman.

 

Why?

 

I believe it is one of three reasons;Cartoon Whistling at Woman

1)      That’s the reason THEY pay a woman compliments

2)      In their experience that’s the ONLY reason men have paid compliments before

3)      Media/Entertainment PORTRAYS it that way

 

Don’t worry, I’m not saying that this judgment hasn’t been brought on by legitimate actions of men over the course of existence but I don’t like it.

 

Yes, I said it. I DON’T like it.

 

Young Woman after Old Man's MoneyI’m not an attractive guy, so if a woman were to pay attention to me should I instantly assume she is after money?

 

“Oh, that is just so wrong of you to even think. Not all women are like that. And you need to have more confidence in yourself.”

 

Excuse me? Hello! You judge me shouldn’t I judge you? Guess what, I don’t think that way. For one thing I don’t get approached but if I did I wouldn’t even think about it. People are just people to me.

 

“Impossible!”

 

No it’s not. It’s taken years to get to this point in my life and with some odd occurrences but I am a person who just sees a person as whatever they represent. That doesn’t mean I am going to let you spend the night at my house and pet my cat. I don’t know you that well. But you haven’t done anything to me to warrant my considering you a criminal.

 

Do you know that’s what it feels like when someone thinks of you as just a hit on artist? A nice person feels dirty andEmbarrassed Tiger ashamed. And all they did was be nice. It makes them not want to try and be nice any longer.

 

I’m not saying people should be naïve. I am just saying people should take each person as they come and be “Okay, you’re fine until you screw up.” That screw up is not as in, go out with a person or trust a person in your home until they do something bad. That means you know them for a long time and see what they are like consistently before advancing any further, if that is even a possibility.

 

And don’t treat us nice guys like the last person that hurt you in a relationship.

 

I’m not THAT man.

 

I’m me.

 

 

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Beauty Triumphant

Beauty Triumphant

 by: Ronovan

Twisting and winding,

They attempt to hold us back,

But our beauty overcomes.

Inspired by Mara Eastern Photograph #313 A Pink Knot

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The Most Interesting Person I’ve Met This Year is…

The Most Interesting Person I’ve Met This Year is…

by: Ronovan

 

He walks a little slower than most with his head down in avoidance. You’ll see him move his head quickly, almost jerkily at a movement entering the edge of his vision. He cocks his head to listen for sounds that he won’t hear but does all the same.

 

People look at him oddly as he walks through the store. It’s not that he looks that differently than anyone else, but they can tell something is not quite right. If they could see his shaded eyes they might be able to see more than they would care to.

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Blogging Tips: Curious about where your ‘view traffic’ is coming from?

Blogging Tips: Curious about where your ‘view traffic’ is coming from?

by: Ronovan

 

“I don’t care where it comes from as long as I get it!”

 

That’s the attitude of most or at least many of those with websites, depending on the purpose of the site. If you are just wishing to share your creativity, then this article is not for you. This article is for those wanting to increase viewership and perhaps their online presence for professional reasons or maybe even just curious about where and how people find them.

 

For those falling into the second category, the following I give you in response to the “I don’t care…” comment.

 

“Seriously? Seriously? I can’t believe you thought that.”

 

Empty FreewayMaybe it’s the former data analysis guy in me, yeah, I did that too on top of having been a teacher and other things…cry with me now…okay now on with the show, but I want to KNOW.

 

You want to grow your readership like a web, not a straight line. By straight line I mean with only one source of followers/readers/viewers. This can mean just your friends or family or fellow bloggers. You want ALL of that and more. With a web you don’t depend on one type of viewer.

 

On your WordPress Stats page you can see under Referrers where your visitors are coming from. It may be;

  • Reader
  • Dashboard
  • Twitter
  • Or even a link on another bloggers page.

 

For those who are striving for web presence, you need to know these things.

 

REFERRERS information

You can view this information by;

  • Current Day
  • Yesterday
  • Summaries. Within Summaries you have other time span options.

 

If I click on my ‘All time’ option, which is my entire blog history, I can see that the WordPress.com Reader and Light Traffic FreewayTwitter are basically tied for first place in Referrers with dailypost.wordpress.com and WordPress Dashboard almost tied for third.

 

If I look at the ‘7 Days’ option I see that dailypost.wordpress.com is first, Twitter is second, and WordPress.com Reader is third.

 

I know why dailypost.wordpress.com reader is in first with a huge increase. I started the Writing 101 Blogging University this past Monday and participants post links to their assignments on a certain page for others to click and see.

 

I look at both big picture and little picture to see how things have been and how things are recently. If my Reader response is dying off, I have to determine why. If Twitter is dying, then why is it?

 

Twitter

If you use Twitter you can also see if your Tweets are generating clicks back to your articles.

  1. Go to the ‘gear’ in the upper right corner of the screen, click and then click Analytics
  2. You can then look at each Tweet and see the number of clicks that each resulted in, within the body of the Tweet in the first column, how many Faves you received, Retweets, and Replies. You may also see something that says 4XNormal Reach or some other number. That means you reached that much more of your normal audience with that Tweet due to ReTweets (RT).

 

There are more data options to view but these are the Twitter options I want to look at for our purpose today.

Busy Freeway

This information can help you look at when things happen and what content you put out that either increased or decreased your site traffic. I’m not saying you should write to increase traffic, unless that is your purpose. If that is your purpose then you need to use what you have available to you.

 

If you look at my categories and offerings you will see I am random and just write whatever comes to mind. But some want to keep their site within a certain theme. In the Analytics of Twitter you can even see the interests by percentage of your Followers to see if you are reaching the people you want to reach. But that is for another article another time.

 

Write and create for you and as long as it is honest creativity you WILL find your audience.

(I would have included images of my traffic numbers but they are so much lower than everyone else’s that I didn’t.)

© Copyright-All rights reserved-RonovanWrites.wordpress.com-June 08, 2014.

Jacob: Chapter 1 Part 1

Jacob

Jacob

by: Ronovan

Chapter 1 Part 1

Over 100 years since the last time and I’m going to miss it. There it is, just the beginning. At least I get to see that much. A lunar eclipse, a complete one, and I’ll be stuck inside having to choose between two worlds I still know nothing about.

I suppose that makes sense today. The first day I can remember had storms, but then do you really remember the first day of sunshine? But today is different. This is the last day I will get to see this view. Where does that jagged laser of lightening strike or does it even strike at all? Why am I up here at all? And most importantly where will I end up striking?

18 years of being taught two worlds and I don’t know which one to choose. Everyone else seems to know where they will land as they fall out of this sky that the Academy represents. But I don’t know. Not much longer and I will be forced to pick what the rest of my life will be ruled by, what the rest of my life’s thoughts will be ruled by.

I think therefore I am. Are we really taught to think though? We are given ‘facts’ from two philosophies without really knowing how to determine which one is correct. How do you know if something is right if you aren’t taught how to determine right from wrong? This is fact, no this is fact. Who do you believe?

From the top of the Academy tower I can see both worlds I must choose between. But neither have I been invited into to experience. How can I choose without knowing the reality of each? How do I know if either are reality? Give each the same word and they each give a different definition.

The headache magnifies. Each one has been greater than the last as this day has grown nearer. But I am not sure which pain is greater, that in my head or that in my body as I am twisted and wrenched about. How do the others make it seem so easy? I burn inside when there is nothing to fuel the fire. There is no food there to give the flames the energy to cause the burning that I feel. It has been days.

The wind hits me as the approaching storm pushes the air before it, and I can smell the dampness that will be here soon. What a perfect day to decide the rest of a life. I close my eyes and take a deep breath of the damp air.

“Jump,” a voice whispers.

 

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RonovanWrites Week(in)d Review

If you are reading this then you know I tend to write random things at random times, it’s the nature of my beast. With that in mind I thought I would make note of my offerings here, in part so I would actually know what I did and when.

This Week’s Offerings:

Blogging and or Writing Tips
Blogging/Writing Tip: Use Animated Gif’s Wisely
Writing Tips: The basic tip to improve your knowledge of genre
Writing Tips: Short and Sweet Keeps Them in Their Seats

Humor
A Mother of a Letter

Life and Non Fiction
My Teacher
A Loss of…?
My Ocean, My Lover
Non Accidental Events Lead to Intentional Good-True Story
The Soundtrack of My Life

Odds and Ends
Eggplant by Train
Friday’s Follow for Inspiration
Online Poetry Magazine Submission Alert!
Atticus Books: Accepting Manuscript Submissions

Opinion Articles
Media, Massacres, and Madness
Men, Supersize Me, and Pornography (Trust me, don’t let the title scare you away.)

Photography or Really Pictures of my Cat
Feline Fridays: Meet Spunky
Wordless Wednesday: I’m Up For It

Poetry
No Surprise Amazing Grace
At Your Risk
Love Letter Found
A Moment in a Blink
The Lost Minded Heart
It’s not Poetry to me
Asphalt and Inheritance
If Walls Could Talk

 

Writing
Holloway Part One

As I was putting this list together it occurred to me that I was actually creating something more than just a somewhat newsletter type offering. I was actually showing myself what work I had done over the week. This let me know if my focus had been where I wanted it, and also helped show me where I was in my thoughts and life.

I believe these are all of the things I published this week, minus a video or two or reblogs.

Much Respect,
Ronovan

Sunday Funny: Delilah by Tim Hawkins

What if Samson wrote a song to Delila