Thank you, to all my followers, for your continued patience, since I have not been posting on a regular basis. I have been busy working on projects, including writing and painting. Soon, I hope to show you, what I have been working on.
I want you to know, that I read your blogs every day. You all are incredible writers and artist. When I read your blogs, they give me a smile or a chuckle and sometimes even a teary eye. I want to thank you, for being there and taking me on your journey.
Well, last night was something else. The rain decided to make a surprise visit and brought along an unwanted guest. A powerful thunderstorm. The party went on for the next hour. It wasn’t just one lightning bolt, here and there, we are talking multiples over and over. So, you had your typical lightning, from the sky down to earth. After that, things got crazy, just like in “Back to the Future” where Doc and Marty take off in the DeLorean.
The lightning bolts were all over the place. Some straight across the sky, then back again like a boomerang. Others looked like spider webs, while some were as pink as cotton candy. I didn’t mind the lightning, but you know with lightning comes thunder. The thunder was so loud, I jumped right out of bed and screamed, “Great Scott!” No, but I wish I had, it is was more like, “I’m scared!” I ran off to get my lantern, just in case the lights went out.
The storm reminded me of the time, when I drove from California to Florida. I was able to experience the wonders of mother nature, during the rainy season. Arizona and Texas had beautiful lightning shows, that lite up the sky. One day while in Texas, I stopped at a gas station and was told a tornado was about 100 miles away. It was already windy, so I decided it was time to get out of there.
On to jazzy Louisiana, now there’s a thunderstorm! I remember the first night, that I had arrived at the hotel, just as I get into bed… Boom! The room lite up, like the 4th of July. The thunder was so loud, I thought someone had blown up the parking lot. I looked out the window, expecting to see the worse disaster. It was just the thunder, saying “welcome to Louisiana.” The next day, I finally reach my destination, sunny Florida.
Don’t be fooled, by Florida’s beautiful weather. One minute it will be sunny and blue, then the next minute, the sky will be gray, pouring down buckets of rain. The thunder and lightning can be pretty intense. You should know, that this will happen every three to four hours, through out the day. If you plan it right, you can go swim or fish, then run back inside when the rain starts, then run out when it stops.
So, back to last night, at my place. Lets welcome back, the thunder of hell. After, I put my lantern down by the bed and got comfy watching TV, that is when hell broke loose. Man, oh man it was loud. I heard this terrible rumble, similar to an earthquake noise, but much louder. The thunder was getting louder and louder. It was so loud, that my house was shaking. I just froze, wondering what is next.
It was not for a second, the thunder seemed to go on forever. I found out the closer the thunder, the closer the lightning. I will always remember that noise and frightening feeling of helplessness. It sounded like the earth had cracked open. All I could do, was sit there with my lantern, my minion blanket (yes, I have one) and enjoy the show. Actually, the lightning was the only part of the show, that I enjoyed.
So, do you have a story to tell? I’d love to hear anyone, share their thunderstorm experience. Pictures anyone?
I sleep with one eye open, trying to get some rest
It doesn’t matter what I do, I’ve tried my best
Trees scratch on the windows pane, I think I’m going insane
Neighbors are home, kid is screaming, because he got a new drone.
I wish I could tell the kid off, but he’s not my own
I get up to make sure the window is closed
Back to bed, I’ll have another go
Five minutes later, the damn phone rings
I try to drown out the noise, but it won’t stop
I jump up out of bed and trip on my shoe
I’m laying on the floor, I yell “F You!”
I make my way to the phone, but nobody is there
I look at the phone, it was a blocked number
Phone is now off the hook, won’t be a bother
Next minute you know, someones at the door
Screw this, I’m going back to bed
I need my rest, before I…
I’m back in bed, with no distractions
Here I go, 1, 2, 3…
10 minutes later, I need to pee
The blackbird sits by the window.
Waiting for his friend to rise.
The old man wakes up and walks slowly to the window.
He opens it just slightly to let his friend in.
“How are you feeling,” the blackbird asks.
“Tired, but fine my friend,” the old man replies.
The blackbird shakes his feathers and looks the old man up and down.
“You haven’t been eating much, have you,” says the blackbird.
The old man answers, “just a little here and there.”
“You have to keep your strength up, so you can enjoy this beautiful day,” the blackbird replies.
“I really don’t feel like going outside. I feel tired today. It’s been a long week. I can’t stop thinking of Martha.”
“Martha will always be with you my friend. I promised her, I would watch over you.”
The old man stops for a moment to think, then answers, “I remember when I found you under the tree, you were so small. I brought you home and Martha made you a tiny bed. As you got older, you would go outside, but always come back.”
The blackbird replied, “you and Martha will always be my family. Now it’s time to take care of you.”
“What will happen when my time comes, my friend, where will you go?”
“I will still be with you, just like Martha. You need not worry. Now, please eat something.”
So, the old man sat down at the table, took a sip of wine and sliced some bread. He tore a piece of bread, to give to his friend. That night the old man celebrated with a plate of sausage and cheese.
His mind was now at ease, knowing the blackbird was indeed a true friend.
(C) 2015 ACV
Oh, Johnny boy… Where have you been
Oh, Johnny boy… Have you committed a sin
Oh, Johnny boy… You must tell me now
Oh, Johnny boy… My patience is thin
Oh, Johnny boy… You must go
Oh, Johnny boy… How I love you so
The good: I am writing a novel. The bad: If I share any content, it would most likely not get published. The ugly: I have previously shared my writings from two novels, that I am working on. As for my new project, I can not get advice from anyone online, because I should not share my work.
For the past month, I have been working on a novel, possible screenplay, but choose not to post what I have written on my blog. What I have learned from WordPress is if you want your work to be published, you should not share any of your work online. In previous months, I shared paragraphs of two novels, that I am working on. I was very excited, as I was writing, now my hopes of publishing, those two novels, have since deceased.
So, after reading opinions on WordPress, as well as researching publishers, I came to the conclusion, that I would not post my current project online. What I am working on now, is 75% fiction and 25% fact, that could slightly be another reason, that I am hesitant to post my work online. In the end, I have realized that what I am working on is very important to me, as well as a lot of people in regards to the subject of my writing.
So, my question to you is if you are working on something which you want to publish, would you share any content of your writing online, which would include subject matter?
Or would you just keep it to yourself, until it is published?
The wind was blowing hard. The storm was taking a toll on the plane. “The plane is going to crash,” Harry shouted.
“I don’t want to die,” Jason screamed.
“Calm down everyone, just calm down,” Steve yelled.
I knew we were trouble, big trouble. All of a sudden the plane jerked hard… Then it was dark.
I was just a young man of 22, I didn’t have a girlfriend, it just wasn’t a priority for me.
I would spend all my time on computers, hoping to be the next Steve Jobs. My friends kept bugging me to go on this trip, it would just be for a few days. I finally agreed, even though I knew their was a storm coming, but I figured we would be okay. We were going to Bermuda for a few days, just the guys.
I packed the night before, so I would be all set for the morning. I woke up earlier than usual, as I looked out the window, I could see the clouds coming in. Steve had just pulled in the driveway. I waved to him, then ran downstairs. As I grabbed my bags, the phone rang, it was mom. I let the machine pick it up, I figured I would call her in the car. Once I got in the car, I glanced in the back Harry and Jason, we’re fast asleep.
Late night? I asked Steve. “Yea, they were on the computers, like usual,” Steve replied. Awhile later, as we were driving I felt a push on my seat. I turned back to see Harry grinning. “What’s up Lucas, how ya doing?” Harry asked. From the looks of it, a lot better than you, I grinned. “Yea well, I was up late working on that damn program again, it’s always giving me trouble,” Harry replied.
“Well, there will be no computers at least for a few days. All work and no play makes Johnny a bad boy,” Steve added. You mean all work and no play makes Jack a dull boy, Lucas chimed in. “Whatever, you know what I mean,” replied Steve. Jason was finally awake. Well, I was playing late last night and I’m still a bad boy,” Jason smirked. We all laughed, we knew what Jason meant.
Even though Jason was a computer geek, when he went out, he had a personality that the girls loved. He was a ladies man, a smooth operator. I never really understood, how someone could have two split personalities. We were almost to the airport, when I remembered I needed to call mom. I dialed her number, but there was no answer, so I left her a voice mail letting her know, that I would be back in a few days.
I glanced up at the sky, there seem to be more clouds than earlier. The sky doesn’t look so good, I said to Steve.
“Don’t worry about the sky Lucas, everything’s going to be fine, just fine,” Steve replied.
*To be continued…
(C) 2015 A.C. VANYA. All Rights Reserved
Thinking about last nights post,“Dusty Camera, Forgotten Tap Shoes and Lost Paint Set” brought up many questions. Why do we stop doing the things that we love to do? Is it a slow decline or a sudden stop? When you’re in the middle of doing your painting, writing, acting or singing and feel very passionate about it, could you ever imagining stopping? Well, many people lose their passion, for many reasons.
If you are thinking, about the things that you use to feel passionate about, try taking baby steps, one step at a time. Start with the number one thing, that you used to like to do and do it for 3 minutes, next day 5 minutes, next day 7 minutes, etc. That’s a start, your brain will start a new pattern and look forward to it the next time. Here is a wonderful video from Producer Mateusz M. That may help you think, about your passions and goals.
I open the rusty latch on the barn door.
The moment I step inside, I feel sick.
I can see the old wooden chest in the corner.
I raise my hands over my head,
making sure I don’t run into a spider’s web
As the light shines through, it produces a new clue.
A web hangs in the corner of the barn.
“Are u scared? The spider seems to ask.”
Why am I scared when it’s just a thread?
A design of beauty, with a deadly scare.
The closer I get, my heart beats faster,
Just another second, won’t matter.
Felling uneasy, with each step I take,
I get chills down my spine and sweat on my face.
The large web glistens up high over my chest,
I just can’t, I can’t take another step.
The spider has just claimed victory, on my old wooden chest.
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