jOURnal (bLOG)
I wrote this Was Night's Eye Upon Me back in 2009 from a night where the moon shone fully and perfectly through small bedroom window, illuminating me. It seems a rare occurrence and since that one, I am only aware of two other times it has occurred. Oddly, both were in the past month or so.
Braiding a story with words...
I designed and ordered a bookmark to give away at an upcoming local artists event at the local Barnes and Noble. I will post more specifics about the event when they become available.
Let me know what you think of the bookmark, front and back...
My latest collection of writing, In The Wind These Words has recently passed the 500 page mark. My latest, Tattered Jacket is a great example of Following The Pen as I started with the thought of the jacket collar turn up against the wind. That thought was inspired by a line from a Simon & Garfunkel song, The Sound of Silence. What you read is where that thought took me.
I have completely redesigned the Follow the Pen section in ronswan.com. It took a lot more work on my end, but the goal was to make it easier for you to experience.
In irony, on a path to tomorrow is one where the destination is never reached.
Another example of following the pen. I started simply with the thought of someone's sun setting. No reason why, nothing more than just that thought.
I like how it comes off with almost an ominous tone without giving up any details. It is like trusting the book cover that sold you to read it.
Let the games begin and Follow the Pen...
A friendly reminder...
Everything is about perspective.
Live while you can raise your head up from your pillow for you know not which tomorrow will be the one when you no longer can.
This seems to be a lot of our country right now...ungrateful.
The eyes have it.
What do you think Blinded by the Shadows of Thoughts means? Tell me your thoughts, don't keep them in the shadows.
I have always liked The Murder Mystery as it plays on both words and perceptions. The murder is a murder of crows and the mystery unfolds itself as the distance closes in between the walker and the tree, thus the walker's perspectives and perceptions change.
No movie popcorn was injured during the writing of this.
A coldy but a goody...
When you look in a mirror
What number do you see?
What number are you?
Is it the number that you see?
It may or may not be
