To my friends with Amazon Prime
Synaptic Overload is available in the loaning library.
Read for Free!
http://www.amazon.com/s/ref=nb_sb_noss?url=search-alias%3Ddigital-text&field-keywords=R.W.Van+Sant
To my friends with Amazon Prime
Synaptic Overload is available in the loaning library.
Read for Free!
http://www.amazon.com/s/ref=nb_sb_noss?url=search-alias%3Ddigital-text&field-keywords=R.W.Van+Sant
This is so true.
I am currently trying ti finish 11th revision and hopefully final edit of Teller’s Cove.
Great blog I want all my friends to read
It has been a hard week getting my first anthology collection edited, cover designed and put up in Amazon and create space.
I now have ten of my short stories with a sneak peak of my novel Teller’s Cove e-published in an anthology called “Synaptic Overload” after this blog. It is available as an e-book and also (after three attempts with photoshop to get cover right) a print on demand paperback option.
I am exhausted, but pleased to see my work available to the general public. Now I need to work on all the self promotion stuff (and Teller’s Cove final edits) Book contains my four published story Whale Song, Ricochet, Group, and The Sleep Diet as well as six never before published short stories,
I was amazed at how much Amazon does to help with the process.
Smiles.
<h1> Update</h1>
After waiting for years waiting to hear back from agents and publishers, I have decided to e-publish my books and short stories.
Last semester I was accepted into an MBA program and had a good class on marketing. I will attempt to use the skills I learned to promote my fiction works.
The amount of research involved has been staggering. I find the process interesting.
Will keep you informed.
The first book I intend to publish will be a short story anthology with the same name as this blog “Synaptic Overload” by R.W. Van Sant in hopes that they will help reinforce each other in search engine optimization. The stories are fantasy, science fiction and horror, four of which have already been published in various magazines
Concerning the Nature of Storms
By Ron Van Sant
Storms that fill the night with clamor
As Thor the Thunderer does rush to fight
Long sparks fly as shield blocks hammer
Cutting brightly through the cloudy night.
This is the nature of storms
My Oma to me told,
As passed on down in the Eddas
Stories from days of old.
I feared the sound, that battle din
That as a child broke my sleep
Would the gods of heroes win?
Would giants leave the world to weep?
Storms and battles do not last,
To me my Oma said
The world is always better off
Once the storm has fled.
Would my Oma tell me a lie ?
Even Gods can’t always prevail
As anger itself rang through the sky
Bringing, thunder wind, and hail.
Oma explains that storms bring hail
And rain and also snow
All the elements nature needs
To make the flowers grow.
Frost Giants are made from the tears of man
It is from our sadness that they spring forth
From their icy realm they plan
In cold borne anger they attack from the north
This is why, my Oma said,
The storms are always loud
This is why, she also said,
Water comes from cloud
Thor leads the fallen hero army,
A mighty battle train
To answer the giants infamy,
He smashes them to rain
Blow by blow, the giants fall
Our the tears to return earth
To water trees and flowers all
Bringing Joy and mirth
From every evil, some good prevails
Though it invades your dreams
This storm will end, despite your wails
Rain helps crops and fill the streams
Thus my Oma held me tightly
Till the heavenly battle was won
And the storm ended brightly
With the coming of the dawn.
The Smith
By
RW Van Sant
Tink tank
The hammer falls in riotous blows
From sore muscles and weary hands
On iron sheets full of promise
Tink tank
Hammer dents it shapes and molds
The iron bends to the smiths design
Forming a useful shape
Tank tick
The rough shape is smoothed out
Dimpled iron yields to custom
To make a recognizable tool
Tick, tick, tick
The tool is refined to make it acceptable
Polished and filed to appeal to its user
To make a useful tool.
The smith inspects his work
It has the right structure
It has the right shape
But does it have a future?
Legacy
By Ron Van Sant
Rebellious hands clasping illegal pens,
Frantic swirls forming outlawed shapes,
Ornate designs make alias names,
A silent attempt to be remembered.
Bit by bit, hidden in plain sight,
The forsaken artist leaves his mark,
A message only the initiated can read,
A desperate attempt to be remembered.
Desecrating the desks society gave his parents,
The artist struggles against the grooves,
Of the mark his father once carved into the wood,
A vain attempt to be remembered.