#WQWWC Theme is “Comedy”! Cathartic or Tragic? Yes.

It’s Wednesday and it’s time for a challenge! And of course since this post looks odd that means it’s Ronovan talking. This week I was dared to use Sensuous as the theme but all the quotes I could find were less than appropriate, although oddly enough I could apply all of them to my desire for food. I may need to speak to my therapist about that one.

Check out all the entries for last week’s theme of Strength by clicking HERE and visiting the comments for the links.

Anyway, this week the theme will be . . .

COMEDY!

Has it been used before? I don’t know. Does it matter? No it doesn’t. Two years ago I wrote an article on my site RonovanWrites.WordPress.com titled I am a Robin Williams. The outward signs of joy, humor, the life of the party with wit abounding. Inside I hated existing. Thoughts like that still come to mind but as I like to say, “As long as I am aware of the fact I am having a problem, them I’m good.” That works for me, but not everyone. It also helps that I write novels. I can take out frustrations there or live out fantasies.

Now for my quotes, and they are most appropriate:

“Comedy can be a cathartic way to deal with personal trauma.” Robin Williams
“Life is a tragedy when seen in close-up, but a comedy in long-shot.” Charlie Chaplin
Arguably two of the greatest comedic actors ever with some similar thoughts. It’s often said that out of tragedy comes the greatest comedians. I’m not sure I’ve read about a comedian that had a great life all the way through, and rarely a great beginning at all.
Much Love and Much Respect
Ronovan

Writers Quote Wednesday Writing Challenge – “Change”

Welcome to the  open call for anyone who will dare to share what they care with all the others in the “Writers Quote Wednesday Writing Challenge.” Been here before? Click HERE to skip to Example and Challenge.

To see all the Entries from last week for “Mystery” click HERE for the links in the comments of last weeks Challenge Post.

Brought to you by the ever lovely goddess of the fairies and silver tress polish, Colleen, right here on SilverThreading.com, and myself, the truly, the madly, the deeply, writer of romance, Ronovan of Ronovan Writes, and those other sites mentioned in the image below. (I have no other life than writing. Seriously.)

Writers Quote Wednesday Writing Challenge

A quick reminder, use #WQWWC on Twitter and some of us might be able to retweet you. It’s not a must, just a suggestion.

This is your chance to highlight your favorite author’s quotes that give inspiration to you as a writer. Do you feel like your writing is getting stale? Are you looking for inspiration to keep writing? Then you have come to right spot! Want some wisdom on how to get people to perhaps click on your post more often? Check out my blog sometime today and I’ll give you the low down, or as my Ghana friend used to say, the ‘down low’.

Each week we will include a theme  for anyone who needs additional inspiration. You don’t have to follow our theme if you don’t want to. It is optional. The point here is to create and share.

It’s an Odd Week number so that means I’m the host. Hmm, I wonder if Silver did that on purpose. “Oh, Ronovan, I’ll go first so we see how it runs.” Mhmm.

So what do you do?

You select a quote that inspires you based on the THEME. Then use the quote in or as the title of:

  • A short piece of flash fiction
  • An original piece of poetry
  • Photography that ACCURATELY interprets your quote
  • And remember you can place your poetry on images as well to enhance the impact of your message.

Are you ready to join in? Where do you get these quotes? Where do you make these images?

Either create your own sayings (because after all, we are all writer’s here) or use a quote from a famous author that you find gives you inspiration.  Just make sure that credit is given for other’s work.  You can use Fotoflexer, Picmonkey, or Canva.com, or any other program that you wish to make your own images. Click the links to go to the programs.

Each Wednesday, we will post the prompt and all you have to do is take part! You have from that Wednesday until the following Tuesday night to share your creativity inspired by a quote. We will share your posts on social media for added exposure.

Each week, we will include a link to the previous week’s post so that you can go to the links and comments to see all the inspiration that was generated.

Please copy the badge at the top of the post and include it on your own post. Tag your post on your own blog as “Writers Quote Wednesday Writing Challenge,” so we can find the posts in the reader. On your own blog post
do a ping-back to THIS post and make sure to “like” or “comment” on everyone else’s post.  (A pingback is when you embed (or copy) the HTTP:// address of my weekly prompt into your own blog post).

Make sure to check our weekly prompt to see if your entry is there.  You can copy the HTTP:// address of your blog post and include it in the comments section of my original weekly prompt if that works better for you.

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This week’s theme is about:

“Change”

Change


“The first step toward change is awareness. The second step is acceptance. – Nathaniel Branden

Nathaniel Branden may sound familiar to some of you. “He was a Canadian–American psychotherapist and writer known for his work in the psychology of self-esteem. A former associate and romantic partner of Ayn Rand, Branden also played a prominent role in the 1960s in promoting Rand’s philosophy, Objectivism. Rand and Branden split acrimoniously in 1968, after which Branden focused on developing his own psychological theories and modes of therapy.”

Of course I didn’t know all of that when I found the quote. I simply connected to the words and came up with a meaning that relates to me. Who knows if it is what the original intent was. Most of us need a change of some sort. The problem is . . . we don’t accept the fact of that need.  That change can be in the form of tangible things such as to quit smoking. Everyone knows smoking can cause cancer, yet, people continue to smoke. Awareness is the easy part, the second step, acceptance, is the tough part.

Once you come to the point of acceptance that is when those changes begin. Think back to the emotional upheavals of your life. Those times where you accepted what happened is when you were able to turn the corner and begin living again. Acceptance doesn’t mean easier. It means moving forward.

Personally, I have had many episodes of awareness and acceptance. It takes quite some time to achieve a state of being where awareness and acceptance can be a seamless ALMOST painless process. The way to get to a healthy existence is to learn to be aware and accept not only what you see but that change needs to take place.

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Busted – A Short Story

By now, Colleen has hopefully shaken off the long road trip, had time to stretch her legs, and started to put things in order. It’s an exciting time, starting a new adventure. It’s safe to say we’re all eager to learn about this new chapter and hear all the stories when she returns to the helm. In the meantime, I thought I would pop in to share a short story with you.

It’s a piece of flash fiction which includes two of my favourite characters from one of my series – Fractured. I wrote it in response to the following prompt – ‘You’ve got something stuck between your teeth.’ I hope you enjoy.

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Busted

Riley crept into Merc Hall like the animal he undoubtedly was; all stealth and sanguine movement. Once a prominent government building, it now served as a beacon in the aftermath of war – a sanctuary for those like him. A mercenary for hire. The energy of the place pulsed along his skin, perhaps the result of so many hunters under one roof. Even subdued by sleep he could feel the danger they represented.

Tonight it only confused his wolf, because he could sense an underlying threat. He knew something or someone was waiting for him in the dark.

Using his night vision to navigate the corridors, he focused on his surroundings. It was hard to rein in the beast after so much freedom, and tonight had been all about the darker side to his nature. His claws pricked at his skin in anticipation, but he didn’t relinquish control. Not when his nose had picked up the scent coming from his room.

Friend not foe. He knew who it was before he heard her voice.

“Relax, wolf-man, there are no monsters in this closet.” The words were pitched at the perfect level for his hearing, despite the door between them.

“Shit,” he muttered, turning the handle. “How many times do I have to tell you I don’t need an upgrade?” His gaze narrowed on Maddison. She had made herself comfortable on the floor, her back against his bed. “And,” he growled, stepping into the room and closing them in. “Closet or not, it’s private. Which means.” He paused to show off a little fang. “You’re invading my space.”

It didn’t surprise him when she rolled her eyes. “Changelings,” she said, on a sigh. “Always so damn territorial.”

He wanted to smile so badly his jaw ached. “Why are you here, Maddy?”

“I was worried about you.” She got to her feet in a quick, fluid motion, which was almost feline.

“Now you’re just trying to piss me off.”

Her grin was sly. “What? I can’t be concerned for the big, bad wolf?” When she put a hand on his arm he felt himself settle. The damn witch had always been able to do that because his wolf saw her as pack; whenever she touched him, Riley calmed. “Look,” she said, releasing him. “I know danger is part of the job description and, let’s face it, trouble tends to follow you around. But you’re hiding something, and I wanted to make sure it didn’t get you killed.”

Riley didn’t respond right away. He walked over to the portable fridge to grab a beer. “I don’t need a keeper, Maddy, and I’m not hiding anything. I just needed to blow off some steam.”

Her hand reached out to snatch the bottle, but her eyes never left his. “Bull. Shit.”

The growl came out before he could stop it, which annoyed the hell out of him. He rarely lost his cool. “You’re not going to let this go are you?” he asked, dropping to sit cross-legged on the floor.

Maddison followed his lead, her green eyes sharp and assessing as they met his. “I guess it’s a moot point, since you’ve obviously taken care of the problem.” Her body relaxed the moment the words left her mouth.

“You seem pretty sure about that.” He let out a long sigh, tired of the secret anyway. “Look, it was personal, okay. I found out who attacked Simmons and I needed to take care of it. I owed him.” Truth be told, he owed nobody more than the woman in front of him. Maddison hadn’t known Simmons well, but she would never question his right to avenge a friend’s death.

“Ah, so because Jonas ordered you to stay out of it, you had to keep a low profile,” Maddy said, before taking a swig of beer. “That explains the sneaking around.”

“I don’t sneak,” he muttered, then scowled for good measure. “And Jonas might be leader of the pack, but he doesn’t know everything.”

“Aw,” she said, toeing his boot with her own. “I’ve never been a member of a pack.”

His wolf grinned at her teasing. “Shut up, Maddy.”

She tipped the bottle towards him. “Fine, I’ll let it drop. On the condition that you take back-up next time.”

“If there is a next time, I’ll take you along. How about that?”

“Now we’re talking,” she said, a little too excited at the prospect of getting her hands dirty.

She was true to her word though. She didn’t hound him for details as they shared the beer and talked of their active assignments.

An hour later she took the hint and stood to leave. “See you at feeding time,” she said, strolling to the door.

“Maddy?” She paused to look back at him, one eyebrow raised in question. “How did you know? That I found him?”

“Please,” she said, with her customary eye-roll. “There’s little that gets by me in this place.” She paused again on the threshold. “Oh, and by the way…you’ve got something stuck between your teeth.”

Thanks for reading.

Mel