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10
Dec

~Secret #1~

Here’s an insight into how my mind works. A secret, if you will.

I know about ten different male internet techs by their first names. Seriously. That’s how bad the internet is where I live.

Had my life circumstances been different, had the timing been just right, I would have taken down the dirty white boy from southern West Virginia despite the sweltering July heat. He was hot-blooded and putting off all the right vibes…

But I would have cooked him a meal had that been what he’d rather have wanted. Gave him a back rub while he napped in front of the fan, and washed his filthy jeans while he took a shower.

~© Jazzi Ryan Ranes~

9
Dec

~How Are Ya Fixed For Love~ Frank & Keely

How Are Ya’ Fixed For Love- Frank Sinatra (with Keely Smith)

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You’re fixed for the ❄❄❄s, you have more than you need,
get your coat on baby, the cold 🌀🌀🌀s blow.

You’re fixed for the weather,
you can do a good deed, friends around the 🔥🔥🔥 you should all now gather.

Get your hats and your gloves, take what I say to 💖 and to heed, but baby, ❄❄❄ baby, how are ya fixed for 💏💕?

~©Jazzi Ryan Ranes~

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8
Dec

~Stand~

~©Jazzi Ryan Ranes~

6
Dec

~Hot-Blooded~

~©Jazzi Ryan Ranes~

5
Dec

~Worthless Things~

There all these things, these possessions, these artifacts of a life…and I realize there is no one thing here, no object, no collection, no antique, no inanimate piece of wood, metal, glass or cloth, that means more to me than your love. I drip a thousand tears on these meaningless things and yearn for the things that live outside of space and time. The things that are real and sure…unlike these temporary things I own.

These unnecessary pretties are just so much junk invading my heart. Cluttering up my house, my mind, my life. When I go from here I will sell these worthless things made of this and that, turn loose of the stuff that suffocates my soul. Take the money and travel with a knapsack, paper and pen, to find you…to find you wherever you are.

What I need is not made of stone, porcelain, marble or plastic. What I need is the things money can’t buy, the things only the soul can see. The things of love and devotion and hot sunset passions. There are all these damn things and they crowd my mind, my body, my life.

I will get rid of these unnecessary possessions and use the money to find the necessary things my heart so desires. I will find this love and I will make it mine, will hold it and treasure it in this full heart of mine.

~©Jazzi Ryan Ranes~

3
Dec

~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~

1
Dec

~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~

1
Dec

~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~

30
Nov

~Intelligence~

Intelligence is not an option, its a requirement.

“Intelligence without ambition is like a bird without wings”
-Salvador Dali

Fortunately for me, ambition embodies intellect and flies like an eagle…

Actually, its more like a pterosaur taking flight for the first time ever, and realizing she can create.

~©Jazzi Ryan Ranes~

29
Nov

Photography Showcase: ~Rac Hid~

Rac Hid is a Moroccan photographer, born in Rabat. He has rubbed shoulders with photography since childhood.
The contribution of Rac Hid as an artist photographer in terms of creation, is marked by his mastery of photography with that which requires sensitivity and artistic vision.

When I first laid eyes on Rac’s photography, something cracked inside me, and the beauty of his visions in black and white began to fill in the fractures they had just created. I was moved, awed, impressed and stunned by his work. I love how he sees, as he expresses his art in sublime, profound richness only found in the true artist at heart. I understand the delicate shades of dark and light in his art, but I also feel sensations and taste the flavors of inspiration within. You will want to step inside each photo if only to relish the tang of the ocean on your tongue, feel the sand slip between your fingers and toes, and smell the salty breeze blowing in from the sea.

“I spent my time in the sea and on the beach since my childhood. I look at the sea, the waves the rocks the sunset, the sand, the shells, the sea animals, also the horizon. I think the love, I think the peace, I think the philosophy, the beauty in this environment or the sound of the waves sometimes give me the meaning of the life, the music, strength, and energy. It is in the sea where there is the impossible meeting, between the sky and the earth when we look at the horizon. I do not see the color blue, but it is the white color which comes to my mind when the waves arrive towards the rocks and beyond the idea the black color that comes out as if we are in a dialectic.” Rac Hid

All photos are linked to Rac’s Facebook page, so you can stop by, have a look, leave a like, and bounce a little love off a photo or two.

Below is Rac’s website.

Rac Hid – Artiste

*Photos courtesy of… ©Rac Hid.

~©Jazzi Ryan Ranes~

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