~Airplane Mode~

You are in my pocket lying right next to my warm body, your face resting against my hip as my phone rings a dropped signal.

We communicate in a trio of clouds above mountain ranges, our words aloft in a whirlwind of natural frequencies.

The Appalachians, the Smokies, the Rockies, create an electrified, rarefied atmosphere our hopes, dreams and emotions live in.

I want to answer the call I hear ringing through my headphones, vibrating against my skin, teasing my mind.

Storms flash flood dangerously here as heat swelters unrelenting there, and the connection is disrupted.

It was an accidental dialing, but it did not matter because the connection to me was open in the cloud as I lay listening against your warm body.

I was open in your pocket as the airwaves danced with extreme weather, as I moved against your skin, a mere tap from a breathy whisper upon your soul.

You didn’t know I was there. I didn’t know I was there with rough words and smooth sighs touching you through the fabric.

I hold you to my chest. My palm slick with sweat as I hold your cool glass face to my heart. The future beckons while the ringtone cracks and falls into the abyss of missed chances.

Somewhere in the steam drenched foothills. Somewhere above rolling green ridges. Some place intimately close and yet far away.

Two broken wings…

In airplane mode…

© Jazzi Ryan Ranes

🛫✈️✈️ 🛬

~Flames~

Close enough to burn,
chills ripple on my skin.
Too late to turn,
flames flare once again.

Flames low fatal blue,
hot flicker in my soul.
Flames shaped of you,
and I lose all control.

Moth living in a glass,
your sun molten fire.
Lava wings on the grass,
flames blue red desire.

Flames low searing blue,
hot flicker in my soul.
Flames shaped of you,
and I lose all I know.

Flames strip it bare,
burn flash in my soul.
Flames take what’s there,
and I lose all control.

Fire in my blood,
life flows through my veins.
Too late to turn
off this flame scorched flood,
Too late to turn
from the burning highways,
Too late now blazing blue eyes.

Flames low fatal blue,
smoke smells like you.
Chills ripple on my skin,
flames flare once again,
Flames shaped of you,
fire tastes of you.

© Jazzi Ryan Ranes

~Our Rain~

Our rain shimmers the faintest snow.. almost invisible within the mist. Barely seen shards of heat, lost in the chill of time.

Our rain speaks in rock hard hellos.. soft water goodbyes gone in the chill. Barely heard shards of care, lost in a thrill of rime.

Our rain tastes of wet dreams in the night.. tangy drops bare within the pain. Barely flavored shards of want, lost in this desire of mine.

Our rain touches of crystal hot sleet.. stinging then gone in the drenching night. Barely felt shards of need, lost in the stream of time.

~©Jazzi Ryan Ranes~

~Our Rain~

Our rain shimmers the faintest snow.. almost invisible within the mist. Barely seen shards of heat, lost in the chill of time.

Our rain speaks in rock hard hellos.. soft water goodbyes gone in the chill. Barely heard shards of care, lost in a thrill of rime.

Our rain tastes of wet dreams in the night.. tangy drops bare within the pain. Barely flavored shards of want, lost in this desire of mine.

Our rain touches of crystal hot sleet.. stinging then gone in the drenching night. Barely felt shards of need, lost in the stream of time.

~©Jazzi Ryan Ranes~

~Chapter 1 Reveals Itself…Finally~

I wrote Chapter 1 of Book 2 today. I had been sure it would be Auggie who would start things off, but that was not to be. Jonathan had ended Book 1, and it was only fitting that he start Book 2. I didn’t know Jon was going to take the lead until I wrote the first paragraph.

I should have seen it coming though, as these Masterson men have a way about them, and tended to get their way whenever the mood so suited them. The Rain Master revealed some things in this beginning chapter I hadn’t seen coming until he let me in on them.

These revelations inadvertently set the entire storyline in a direction I had felt from the edges of my psyche from the very beginning of Book 1. Not all things have been uncovered, however, and I expect the thrill of finding these things out will come to me in bursts and waves.

I’m generally in the dark until one of these people let me in on their thoughts, and feel like things are creeping around the corners of their minds that have not found their way into the light yet. I am off and running when I’m not being chased around the table and know this book is going to be one hell of a ride.

~©Jazzi Ryan Ranes~

~Chapter 1 Reveals Itself…Finally~

I wrote Chapter 1 of Book 2 today. I had been sure it would be Auggie who would start things off, but that was not to be. Jonathan had ended Book 1, and it was only fitting that he start Book 2. I didn’t know Jon was going to take the lead until I wrote the first paragraph.

I should have seen it coming though, as these Masterson men have a way about them, and tended to get their way whenever the mood so suited them. The Rain Master revealed some things in this beginning chapter I hadn’t seen coming until he let me in on them.

These revelations inadvertently set the entire storyline in a direction I had felt from the edges of my psyche from the very beginning of Book 1. Not all things have been uncovered, however, and I expect the thrill of finding these things out will come to me in bursts and waves.

I’m generally in the dark until one of these people let me in on their thoughts, and feel like things are creeping around the corners of their minds that have not found their way into the light yet. I am off and running when I’m not being chased around the table and know this book is going to be one hell of a ride.

~©Jazzi Ryan Ranes~

~Plot Issues~

I didn’t sleep well last night, as my mind worked over a plot issue. There is a serious problem with the Masterson & Sons largest shareholder, and I didn’t know what I was going to do with the thing. I was surprised to learn that Lucien has an idea of the bigger picture. I knew he was an extremely talented empath, but what he found out last night convinced me he was incredibly good at reading at a distance. Jon had hinted at this unrealized power in the last chapter of Book 1, but it is only now making some sense to me. The solution has not been found, but the wheels have been set into motion. I will need to write the family meeting chapter where they all discuss this problem to see what will have to be done about it.

This book is coming together in an entirely different manner than the first one. The first one I mostly wrote chapter to chapter chronologically, as it should be. But this book? I’m all over the place writing chapters out of order, yet perfectly crafted so they will fit together like puzzle pieces once the “rest of the story” clarifies itself in my mind. It feels like if I don’t write a chapter living down the timeline somewhere when it is ready to be written, then I may risk losing the emotion and importance around it. If Jon taught me anything at all in the writing of this saga, it’s to follow my intuition and intelligence and not be afraid to speak the truth no matter where it leads. In Jonathan’s world, the truth is everything.

~©Jazzi Ryan Ranes~

~Plot Issues~

I didn’t sleep well last night, as my mind worked over a plot issue. There is a serious problem with the Masterson & Sons largest shareholder, and I didn’t know what I was going to do with the thing. I was surprised to learn that Lucien has an idea of the bigger picture. I knew he was an extremely talented empath, but what he found out last night convinced me he was incredibly good at reading at a distance. Jon had hinted at this unrealized power in the last chapter of Book 1, but it is only now making some sense to me. The solution has not been found, but the wheels have been set into motion. I will need to write the family meeting chapter where they all discuss this problem to see what will have to be done about it.

This book is coming together in an entirely different manner than the first one. The first one I mostly wrote chapter to chapter chronologically, as it should be. But this book? I’m all over the place writing chapters out of order, yet perfectly crafted so they will fit together like puzzle pieces once the “rest of the story” clarifies itself in my mind. It feels like if I don’t write a chapter living down the timeline somewhere when it is ready to be written, then I may risk losing the emotion and importance around it. If Jon taught me anything at all in the writing of this saga, it’s to follow my intuition and intelligence and not be afraid to speak the truth no matter where it leads. In Jonathan’s world, the truth is everything.

~©Jazzi Ryan Ranes~