Ravine

When I first started this blog, I concocted a fake biography about an author, Smarmy, who was addicted to Ace of Base. It just so happens I grew up liking Ace of Base. Imagine that! My kids like Ace of Base, too. Totally my fault.

As I’ve grown older, I’ve continued to love the song, “Ravine.” From The Bridge album, “Ravine” was written by Jenny after a fanatic came into her home, threatened her family, and hurt her mother. The song is a poignant metaphorical telling.

I know nothing about Jenny’s Christian faith or views. What I know is that her simple lyrics talk of reaching out to God in the aftermath of a horrible experience. I’ve been there. I’ve gone to the ravine—a metaphor for being at the lowest point; yet, conversely, a place where one gathers strength and draws close to God.

In the aftermath of an experience that leaves one shaken, a person’s character goes through a forging process. The reaction in the moment has faded, and the full horror of the situation bears down. There’s no human being to turn to and no pride to depend on, nothing but the naked spirit oppressed by Grief, Anger, Doubt, Fear. That’s the moment when one decides to go to God or reject Him.

Here are the lyrics in the bridge section of “Ravine.”

“Why do you ask why I’m not blaming my God.
I’ll tell you what; He was the only one there.”

Bad things happen in life—not because God isn’t there, but because God allows souls to choose the right way or the wrong one.

Here’s the song from RIVERBACK on youtube:

“Then they cry unto the LORD in their trouble, and he bringeth them out of their distresses. He maketh the storm a calm, so that the waves thereof are still. Then are they glad because they be quiet; so he bringeth them unto their desired haven.” – Psalm 107:28-30

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Jane & Michael Had It Figured Out

As the quintessential, bury-me-in-my-sweats and “Do I have to leave my house for my funeral?” scribbler, I knew this day would come. I wrote something and want to do something with it. Preferably publish it, not burn it. Am I deluding myself? The probability of finding that publisher who will take a chance on my story is… not high. Not that I’m a pessimist. I’m a realist who believes in the inevitability of Murphy’s Law. If you don’t know the difference between these two disparate positions, then you’re not in denial like so many of us.

It’s rather intimidating to realize that completing a novel is only the beginning. I can’t just go outside and yell, “Hey! I’ve finished my book! Where’s my contract?” I mean, I could, but what good would that do besides publicly proving how crazy I am? No ad in the Times is going to culminate in a line of publishers at my door the next day, like all the nannies that come to interview at Jane and Michael’s house in Mary Poppins.

But… if I were to write such an ad, I would write this to the tune of the Nanny Song.

Wanted: a publisher for my fantastic book

Here, I send this choice submission
With a cheery inquisition.
Write me checks; add perks.
Want more? That works.

Let’s talk covers, one that’s witty,
Very sleek and fairly pretty.
Make a million copies; you treat.
Royalties? Let’s meet.

I’ll never be cross or cruel,
When you want to
Publicize my book.
I’ll love you as an author oughta,
If you try to get a movie offer.

If you won’t scold and rudely irritate,
I can write the sequel by the due date.
I won’t make a spectacle
Of you or me;
I’ll even try to follow
Your itinerary.

Hurry! Sign me!
Many thanks
Sincerely,

A delighted Rilla Z

Yeah, naiveté just oozes from this post. How long will this idealistic bubble last? I don’t know, but it all started with the challenge of writing – and completing – a novel.

Win.

If you’re in your Pursuit-Of-A-Dream bubble right now, don’t forget to tally the wins along the way.