Roland Yeomans's Blog, page 2

SNOW!

 The 1st fall of snow is not just an event ...

It is a magical event.
You go to bed in one kind of world and wake up in another quite different.

And if this is not magic, where is it to be found?

Two days ago was the third heaviest snowstorm in Lake Charles' history.

I remember the first time Snowfall almost killed me.

Outside our basement apartment window, the snow fell as softly as Mother's tears

You see, in Mother's mind, I was dying.

Detroit was snowed in, no cabs allowed on the streets, no neighbors across the hall.

We were too poor to afford a phone just new to Detroit.

My fever was so high, I burned with it.

She gave me the last of the aspirin, hugged me, and started to rock me in the bed.

"Look, baby ... the snowflakes are winter's butterflies."

https://www.audible.com/pd/Hibbs-the-Cub-with-No-Clue-Audiobook/B00PZJYFO8

And not wanting me to die in the quiet dark of the night, 

Mother reached into her own troubled childhood and began re-telling me the Lakota teaching tales her own grandmother told her at night.

About Estanatlehi, whose love was warm but whose touch was cold.

But she must be near, for I was shivering so.

https://www.amazon.com/Hibbs-Cub-Clue-Roland-Yeomans/dp/1519762151/

She came up with the name "Hibbs, the cub with no clue."

Mother pointed to the frosted window and swore she saw him clinging to the tree feet away.

She tweaked my runny nose and said that meant I was going to get better, for Hibbs watched over all sick children.

I must have believed her, for I got better. 

My favorite toy was a stuffed bear ... who I kept until the house fire

I thought of Hibbs when I saw the heavy snowfall this Tuesday.

For a little over $5, you can get the audio book of little Hibbs.

By the way, Mother later showed me the claw marks Hibbs left on that tree.

Believe what you will.

SOMETIMES THE M IS SILENT _ THOUGHTS ON JAN. 20TH

 

George Burns born on this day in 1896
"Beware following the masses -- sometimes the "M" is silent."  - George Burns

On this date in 1327, Edward II was forced from power by his wife and her lover, Roger Mortimer.
He is known for the saying, "An unfaithful wife is a pain in the arse." Understandable since he was executed by having a red-hot poker inserted into his anus.

On this date in 1841, China cedes the island of Hong Kong to the British with the signing of the Chuenpi Convention.
Why were the Opium Wars fought?
China did not want to buy opium from England.
Politics. Gotta love it -- unless you are Edward II or China.

On this date in 1937, Franklin D. Roosevelt is the 1st president 
inaugurated on this date per the new 2oth Amendment.

On this date in 1958, Elvis receives orders to report for duty in the Army.

Would Edgar Allan Poe have CONFIDENCE in our past Government? Thoughts on Jan. 19th

 

Born on this day in 1809
"I have great confidence in fools; 'Self Confidence' my friends call it."  - Edgar Allan Poe
https://www.amazon.com/dp/B09MYWXYLM
 In THE RIVAL, Poe is a major character, and you discover who was the inspiration for Annabel Lee ... and how Victor Standish dies.

Born on this day 2 years earlier than Poe.
"Never do a wrong thing to make a friend or to keep one." - Lee
It is well for Alice Wentworth that the General was not in THE RIVAL, for he loved to flirt.
On this date in 1993, Fleetwood Mac reunites for Presidential Inauguration. 

Speaking of inaugurations, Robert Frostattended the inauguration of John F. Kennedy at the age of 87.

It has been suggested the bitter cold of the event led to the illness that resulted in Frost's death.

On this date in 1953, Lucille Ball gives birth on the screen ... and in real life.
Let's go to the "Way Back Machine" for the last thing of note on January 19th:

"I'LL DRINK TO THAT!" and other paved roads to Hell _ Thoughts of Jan. 16th

 

On this date in 1919,  the 18th amendment, which established prohibition, waspassed in the US Constitution.

Prohibition made the Mob acceptable by creating a hugedemand for illegal alcohol, 

which provided gangsters with the opportunity tomake enormous profits. 

This led to the rise of organized crime in the UnitedStates.

Prohibition ended in 1933 with the ratification of the21st Amendment. 

However, the Mafia continued to grow and expand into otherrackets,

 such as loan sharking, prostitution, and gambling.

 
In 27 B.C. on this date, the Roman Senate granted the title of Augustus toGaius Julius Caesar Octavianus,

 marking the beginning of the Roman Empire

and the Pax Romana --

the fist of steel in a velvet glove.

On this date in 1547, Ivan the Terrible, became Tsar of Russia.

And he was a piece of work -- check the above video.

In 1991, the Persian Gulf War began on this date.

Many "Monday Morning Quarterbacks"

argue that the war was primarily motivated by securing oil interests

 anddid not adequately address the underlying causes of conflict in the region. 

Stalin once said, "A single death is a tragedy; a million deaths is a statistic."

On that note,

On this date, Bill Cosby's only son, Ennis, was murdered in 1997 while fixing a flat on Interstate 47.

And to end with a bit of beauty ...

Kate Moss was born on this date in 1997.

But there is sadness to her fame, too.

DON'T ASK A REPUBLICAN, "WHY A DONKEY?" Thoughts on the 15th OF JANUARY

 

Why isn't the 15th of January called the "Ides of January" as in the "Ides of March?"

The ides (from the Latin word īdūs) was the fifteenthday of March, May, July, and October, and the thirteenth day of the othermonths. 
The ides originally corresponded to the full moon, storied for its ownomens.

On this day in 1870, the donkey made its first appearance to symbolize the Democratic Party.  "It is the tragic nature of Man to praise dead saints and to kill live ones."  - Father Darael

Born on this day 

Jimmy Wales and Larry Sanger founded Wikipedia onJanuary 15, 2001. 

The Wikimedia Foundation, a nonprofit organization, hashosted Wikipedia since 2003

THE BEAT GOES ON - January 14th

"Theworld changes according to the way people see it, and if you can alter, even bya millimeter, the way people look at reality, then you can change theworld." 

- Samuel McCord

Sonny & Cher released their single, The Beat Goes On, on this day in 1967.

There’s a consensus that the title means the fact that time keeps marching forward, no matter what fads come and go. 

The beat itself could be a heartbeat or a musical beat.

Imagine how "cool" Cher felt in her clothes. 

Imagine the looks she would get walking down the street looking like that now?

You never change things by fighting the existingreality. 

To change something, build a new model that makes the existing modelobsolete, right?

What do you find strange about life today?

The first full moon of 2025 peaks Monday evening. 

Despite its timeless appearance, the moon has not always been in Earth's orbit.

How old is the moon? Not even science is sure. What's your guess?

LITERARY LOVE LETTERS

 

Reality is a complex affair, involving many different elementsinteracting across multiple scales in time and space. 

It is a constantlyrevolving, evolving jewel whose dim facets tease us with flashes of clarity.

On this day in 1845 Robert Browning wrote his firstletter to Elizabeth Barrett, 

so inciting one of the most legendary of literarylove stories. 

The letter belongs to the 'fan mail' category — the praise of athirty-two-year-old up-and-comer for one just six years older and alreadyinternationally famous —

 but it was more than just poet-to-poet: 

"...I do,as I say, love these books with all my heart — and I love you too."

Dashie ll Hammett died on this day in 1961, agedfifty-seven. 

Though never a Barrett-Browning sort of love, Hammett’sthirty-year relationship with Lillian Hellman became especially strained in hislast years,

 as his health, finances and patience failed. 

Exasperated byHammett’s taciturn, unromantic ways, and knowing that time was running out,Hellman marked their last shared Thanksgiving, also the thirtieth anniversaryof their first meeting,

 by typing up a mock love letter in Hammett’s name andleaving it for him to sign:

On this thirtieth anniversary of the beginning ofeverything, I wish to state: 

The love that started on that day was greater thanall love anywhere, anytime, and all poetry cannot include it. 

I did not thenknow what treasure I had, could not, and thus occasionally violated thegrandeur of this bond. 

For which I regret. 

But I give deep thanks for theglorious day, and thus the name “Thanks-giving.” What but an unknown forcecould have given me, a sinner, this woman? Praise God.

Hammett enjoyed the joke — 

one which played to hisrefusal to make any kind of testimony, whether in love or politics.

 He signedhis name, adding his own postscript in an uncertain hand: 

“If this seemsincomplete it is probably because I couldn't think of anything else at thetime.”

Hobbes and I wonder how Lillian put up with him for 30 Years! How about you?

NO ONE READS BLOGS ANYMORE? IWSG Post

 

https://www.insecurewriterssupportgroup.com/p/iwsg-sign-up.html

Of course you balk at my post title,since you are reading my blog, right?
But reading is on the decline.  
One in four (27%) of us have not read a book in the last year.



If we as authors write posts primarily to other authors, 
we are in essence singing to the choir.
It is like kissing your sister, convenient but leads nowhere ... 
unless your sister was Angelina Jolie ...
but that is another disturbing story.  Brrr.


John Locke, snake oil salesman and book review buyer that he was
actually had a good idea:

We must write to intrigue and entice potential READERS of what we write.

HOOK  Google Searchers with an intriguing title
 But you must follow the title with a post 
that amuses, entertains, and persuades the reader that your prose is worth gambling 99 cents on.
 On the internet, you can walk away with a click if someone fails to interest you. 
This happens all the time.


TAKE A STAND

Say your piece and stand by it.  
Wafflers are like warm tap water.  
Be hot.  Be cold.  
But write words of steel not water vapor.
You think most Indie Authors are Brand Whores?  
Say it.  Stand by it.  Endure the storm and stand tall.  
That is what great spirits do.


ACT "AS IF"

In the documentary, "Conan Can't Stop," 
Conan explains how he gets through situations that are hard. 
He says he acts "as if."  
As if he belongs there. 
As if he knows what he's doing.  
As if everything is going to be a success -- 
no matter what he does, no matter what anyone says, no matter how hard it gets.

Write your blog, live the author life that way ...
Write As If people are reading 
and by golly you are going to entertain the socks off them.
Hey, it might even work! 

HOW TO BEAT THE JANUARY BLUES

 

A week ago exactly, Midnight, my cat of 10 years, ran around my apartment, ecstatic at my return, only to stiffen, mew, and hit the floor hard: dead of a heart attack.  

Yesterday evening, I received an email telling me tersely in one short sentence 

that my tutoring services were no longer required ... with no explanation why.

No going back to the two schools next Tuesday.

So twice in as many months, I have been terminated.

I am tempted to take the road most traveled ... but the words of my character, Victor Standish, comes to me:

https://www.amazon.com/Legend-Victor-Standish-1/dp/1508804540/

"It is what it is ... until you make of it something better."

Empty bank accounts, tight waistlines, vomiting bugs, failed detoxes: (Guys, it's not a hangover.  It's called alcohol poisoning.)The post-holiday comedown is a well-dreaded condition. January, even at its best, has few redeeming features. {At least we in S.W. Louisiana have the Mardi Gras to look forward to.} Ah, last week: This time last week, it was a bright, crisp New Year’s Day. Feeling optimistic about the months ahead, two-thirds of us made at least one resolution: to eat less, to drink less, to get fit. Yet, according to a survey by researchers at the University of Bristol, 88 per cent of us will soon break them. Half of us already have.  Ouch!  REASON ONE:Let's face it: most of us had a hard time of it last year.  We managed to pull it together somehow, put on the brave Christmas face --Now, we are smack at the beginning once more, looking at running the gauntlet all over again. REASON TWO:New Year's Eve can be a time of reflection, looking back over the last year ... or our whole lives -- and seeing all the plans and dreams cast aside on the shoulder of our life paths. 
So what can we do to get through the yblues?1.) Most important: make plans for the coming months.    Organize something you can look forward to.     Be creative: watch a movie; listen to music; go for a run.     The sun might not be shining – and the lack of sunlight is one factor that’s making us feel sad –     but get outside and swing yourself about a bit.      It’ll make you feel so much better. 2.) Positive Perspective is key.     Dress brightly – even for work.      Everything’s so gloomy and dull outside that it’ll make people happy to see someone wearing bright colors.      Find yourself frowning?  Force a smile.  Studies show that putting on a grin will unconsciously make you feel more up.
3.) Use the prevailing winds.     Last year was tough for you, right?  But you made it through!      It's seems impossible that sailors can move forward with the wind blowing against them, doesn't it?     How do they do that?     On a sailboat, wind blowing against the boat at an angle inflates the sail,      and it forms a similar foil shape to an airplane's wing, creating a difference in pressure that pushes the sail perpendicular to the wind direction. 4.) Your mind is your sail.     It determines the course you sail through life.       You must learn how to mentally "tack," a term sailors use to describe how they shift the sail so the wind blows into a different side of the sail.      There are people in this world that would give their left hand to be right where you are --      with the blessings you are too familiar with to be thankful for.     Your struggles have made you smarter, stronger, and more aware of what you can do. 5.) Take a moment to realize that you are still here.     And that is an extraordinary achievement given the pain that you’ve been through. 6.) Focus on what you're facing and what you're running from.      What is just one simple step you can take       to maybe move towards the problem rather than away from it?      When you step towards problems they shrink,      and they become more manageable. 7.) Be kind to yourself.     If you had a best friend in a similar situation, what would your advice be?     I bet it would be:      "Ease up yourself, friend.  You've done a great job with a lousy situation."
I hope this has helped in some small way, your friend - Roland

LIES LOCUST TELL _ Another New Year's Fable

 

I must go down to the sea again, to the
lonely sea and sky,
And all I ask is a tall ship and a star to
steer by.
- John Masefield.



What star do you steer by? When you live? When you interact with others? 
When you write?

Everybody knows something, but is what they know true? Can you hear Pilate ask his infamous question? I can.

I mean, flames look like objects but in truth are processes. In like manner, so are we humans. 
We judge others by appearance, by action. But how valid is that?

The human mind is a mysterious realm. 
A man can't always be judged by what he does. He may keep the law to the letter, and yet inwardly be worthless.

The lights go out over the city, and his actions do a 180 degree turnaround. 
Another man may commit a sin against society and yet accomplish through that "sin" a true act of compassion and heroism.

Nor are words to be trusted -- if politicians haven't already taught you that. 
Universal peace is much talked about. 
I can't help but think that foxes have a sincere interest in prolonging the lives of the poultry.

That last thought got me thinking along strange lines after my termination after 23 years, and I wrote a story for my amusement alone. 
What if the Earth were invaded, and Good was too busy hunting terrorist plots and pointing nuclear missiles at each other to notice?

What if it were up to Evil to defend the planet? 
As in "Not in my sandbox you don't!" And so taking that premise, I had a fallen angel awaken in a British asylum with no memory of having gotten there -- an asylum run by alien invaders. 
I called it "THE LIES LOCUST TELL."

And to make it doubly interesting, I told it in first person through the eyes of the fallen angel.

Ever try to express yourself realistically as an angel, whose perspective spans eternity? I found out how hard amusing myself could really be.

Here are the first two pages of my story that became a chapter in PERCHANCE TO NIGHTMARE. 
See if I did a credible job at looking at life through the eyes of a fallen angel:
LIES LOCUST TELL
The spark of an anguished soul flew past me in the night. I shivered as her light drew back the curtains of my mind. I would have cursed her had she lingered. But Death was impatient. Words breathed through the mists of my awareness.

"Darkness yet in light. To live half dead, a living death. And buried but yet more miserable. My self. My sepulcher."

My mind roughly brushed aside the dry leaves of Milton's broodings. No time for self-pity. Yet too much time for all eternity. Enough! I was here for a reason. And as always that reason was death. Always death. The why was unimportant. There was always a logical why for Abbadon.

The where, however, was another matter. And when might illuminate the present darkness of my mind as well. Keeping my eyes closed, though tempting, would but delay the inevitable. I opened them.

Only a peek through slit eyes. After all, my ears told me that I was not alone. I frowned. A hospital room?

I reached out with more than my ears. My spirit shuddered as the ragged claws of madness raked it from down the hall. An asylum. A Sidhe inprisoned within a madhouse. How utterly fitting.

I ran my long fingers along the rough sheet beneath me. A state asylum obviously. Even better. But what state? My awakening consciousness was stubborn in its ignorance.

I bunched up the sheet in my fist in hot frustration. A sharp intake of breath from the next bed. Her scent came to me. I smiled. Only a human.

And I?

What was I?

And with the question came a fragment of the answer. I was not the happier for it. More words whispered out of the darkness that was my soul.

"Come away, human child,
To the waters and the wild
With a faery, hand in hand,
For the world's more full of weeping than you can understand."

I frowned. I had no patience for whimsy. Not even that of Yeats.

From the corner of my eye I saw the human in the next bed begin to shiver. No matter. The human was not important. Time and place. They were.

I flicked my eyes to the barred window. The glass. Thick, dense. Like the humans who made it.

Under my fingertips a pebble. I nodded. A mere speck of stone. But it would do.
The pebble shot from between my thumb and forefinger like a bullet. An electric circuit died, wailing its death song in tones higher than humans could hear. 
I smiled like a wolf. We would have visitors soon.

More the pity for them.

I drew in a breath from the cold breeze bleeding from the wounded window. The sharp tang of Autumn.
Oak. Ash. Thorn. Decay. 
Rotting leaves, mottled in bright hues of strangled life. The dark and bloody soil beneath them breathed out its lineage. An aching sadness hollowed out my chest. 
The Misty Isles. Albion. England.

I whispered, the words on my lips feeling like dewdrops of blood on a wounded doe, 
"The lonely season in lonely lands."

***
Louis L'Amour once wrote:
 the man or book who can give me a new idea or a new slant on an old one is my friend. 
Hopefully, this post has been a friend. I know that I think of all of you out there who have written me as friends.

And it is the midnight hour when that dread gate gapes open, and silent shades slip into the darkness to visit our dreams ...
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