Author Ronald Joseph Kule

March 2017“Internationally published author, biographer and ghostwriter of non-fiction and novels” sounds fancy, but I’m simply a professional author with a mission to write entertaining, uplifting stories for reader enjoyment.

People tell me that I write well: “[Kule] creates emotional stories… he paints pictures with his words.” Well, I write what I see in front of me, adding imagination where it will improve the story.

Growing up in a cramped house, competing for personal space among seven brothers and sisters, two parents, at least one good hunting dog (most times), and a score of kids living on our block, I learned how to hold my ground, at times from a perch 30 feet up my favorite tree in the woods behind our house.

Born in Bogota, Colombia, descended from Polish-immigrant coal miner and blue-blooded, Colombian-Chilean parentage, I came to appreciate ethnic values and cultural differences by observing directly the disparate social classes and living conditions of Colombia, Peru, Chile, and 48 contiguous American states and Hawaii.

My heritage paint-brushed a wanderlust onto my life-canvas: I’ve spent time in 35 countries and performed keynote-speaker engagements in 17. I laugh often and can experience a panorama of emotions just for fun, although I prefer to make other people smile, laugh and generally feel happier for having met me, or my written works.

If you curl up with one of my books and find yourself breathless, provoked, inspired, changed and feeling like you just undertook an important journey, which left you more than satisfied, my job as the author will have been a success.

Currently, home is Clearwater, Florida, but my passport yearns for more nation-stamps, and my bags can be packed on a moment’s notice!

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“As good as his work is, behind Ron Kule’s prodigious work-ethic lies a heart that beats for others to whom he can give service, expecting in return only the time-honored values of honesty, tolerance, and demonstrated competence. His keen insights into what motivates and inspires people to want to do better has made a difference in my life. Not one to rest on his laurels, he would rather effect positive changes in those close to him, and the world, no matter the personal consequences. These qualities tell us that here is a man of intense personal integrity.”

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  • Ronald Joseph Kule is an internationally published author of non-fiction and fiction books, also a ghostwriter for numerous clients. For details contact:
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Making Time (Where Does It Go?)

I need 48-hour days.  My bet is that you do, too.

We live in a fast-paced world that doesn’t seem like it will slow down for centuries, especially with its innovations.  Remember dial-up telephones and “Go out and play outside” from moms answering “I’m BORED” from their kids?  Malt shoppes and walking to the store – any store – which was just down the street.  Remember unlocked front doors left that way so neighbors and family relatives could drop in anytime?

For that matter, do you remember “Our Town” by Iris Dement?  Her song lamented the loss of such good old times and small towns where everyone knew each other and all the kids of the neighborhood played together at the same community playground.

Today, making it financially as a full-time author of books takes those kinds of days and nights that stretch beyond body sleep/awake cycles and things done at certain hours of the day, or certain days of the week.  Because the bills come monthly and the royalty payments semi-annually, my lot — the lot of any author — is to keep writing day and night, churning out new material, sending it online or to the agent and publishers, hoping to go “viral,” so that in-between money meets the inexorable monthly demands.  That’s why I need 48-hour days.

Not writing is not an option; I have to write.  Coffee is not an option: too jittery and too harsh on the adrenal glands.  Sleep is, at times, not an option, either.  The Muse, when she visits, demands compliance of the writer, lest she go away to visit some other struggling auteur and forget about me forever.  What a Mistress she is!  When she’s hot, she’s HOT!  Capturing her spirit keeps a writer clasping to the tail of her comet streak as long as possible.  One never knows exactly when she will come around again, and the sensations of the celestial ride are out of this world.

Yes, if you’re selling 48-hour days, I’ll buy as many as I can.  It’s a notion that just could go viral.

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Screeching to a Halt

When Life gets me down and comes screeching to a halt, I resurrect my joie de vivre by writing creatively.  Does that makes me different from the archetypical image of Hemingway seated at a corner table inside of a Key West tavern early in the morning, sipping cognac and nursing a beer all day as he writes the next The Old Man and the Sea?

The truth about me is that I have no “writer’s block.”  No need to drink to conjure up new story lines or dialogue.  The imagination works all of the time; a standard quality of the output is the intended target, however.

I bleed for my characters, like any other self-respecting writer.  I cry for them, when they suffer; laugh when they wax enthusiastic.  I listen when they have new things to tell me and most of the time they’re more right than I am when I pick a fight or argue a plot point with one of them.

Words are my crayons.  I’ve always preferred placing them in order over coloring within the lines,  since kindergarden.  Words are my imaginary friends, only you get to see them, feel with them and listen in on their conversations as much as I have, if I do my job well.

Just thought you should know.  Because, for me, a writer, without you living would come screeching to a halt.

My Morning (and Daily) Routines Kinda Snuck Up on Me

Even though I’m a pretty methodical guy, who also likes to go outside of the box — is that oxymoronic? — I never thought about getting into a morning ritual, but I have.

First of all, I’m not a “coffee person.”  I just hop out of bed after doing some stretches while lying prone, do the morning stuff in the bathroom, and walk to my home office a few steps away.  That’s usually 8:30-9 a.m.

Next, I pick up the mouse to awaken the computer, click on Chrome and check emails for every one of my five (or is it six?) addresses.  If traffic needs reply, I could spend an  hour on the tasks before pondering which book project I feel like getting into first for the day.  Full-time author: freedom to choose, responsibility to spin good yarns.

More often than not I forget to eat.  My wife — thank you, honey — saves my bacon as she places food next to me on my writing desk.

My pick-me-up time hits me from 3 p.m. til about 5 p.m..  At that time I almost daily drink Emv (Energy to the power of MonaVie); a lightly carbonated, natural blend of exotic, organic fruits and plants, that tastes and feels like FUN!  It delivers a plant-source caffeine boost without any crash-and-burn effect.  In fact, the “natural high” leaves me alert for another 4-5 hour round of creative writing.

Typically, around nine in the evening I break for the day and share some reading, talk or TV-watching with my wife before either hitting the sack or heading back to my desk if inspired.  At any rate, lights out comes at 2 or 3 in the morning, every day.  Seven days a week.

Oh yeah, one more thing: blog time squeezes in between the emails and the creative wordsmithing.  Hope you like ’em.

Baseball’s Over … Maybe, Maybe Not!

Major League Baseball’s season is over.  San Francisco won the MLB World Series, and everybody went home or went hunting, some for a new position with a new team.

So, is baseball over now?  Hardly.

College baseball teams are playing intra-squad games in early preparation for next-season openers in February.  That’s right: February!  And, yes, it’s cold.

Three years ago I knew nothing, really, about college baseball teams.  I mean, my college days were the Sixties, and my school, Oakland University in Rochester, Michigan, didn’t have a baseball team.   They didn’t even have a football team — they still don’t.   While I was the quarterback on my high school team, I had to adjust and learn competitive swimming at Oakland.   Not that I was a jock: in high school people called me an “Egghead.”

Fast forward.

In September 2009, I met by chance another writer, J. David Miller, a veteran sports journalist with 11 published books, writers’ awards and recognition and a 30-year career of published articles behind him.  My credentials included poetry submissions published in international anthologies, a couple of published short stories, a successful sales-training book and workshops and five, full-length feature screenplays sitting in my drawer next to my unfinished novel that languished for lack of writing time at 167 pages … waiting for me to get off the dime, marketing-wise.  (A top William Morris Agent had told me I was good and that I should stay in touch, but I hadn’t — go figure.  But that’s another, long story.)

So, J-David, as I got used to calling him even though he said, “Call me David,” took a shine to me.   We hit it off so well we became like blood-brothers.   That was when he told me about a book project that he needed to complete.   He had a commission to write a baseball book for a college program.  He told me all about the book and its purpose, which was to help a winning college baseball coach fund and build a special ballpark for physically challenged children, enabling them to play baseball for the first times of their lives.

I was immediately in.   A writer has to write, but here was also a worthwhile purpose not to be denied, I thought.  So I took a chance and called J-David and asked, “Would you teach me some of what you’ve learned in 30 years, if I do research for you on that baseball  book?”  David didn’t answer right away.  In fact, it was 10 days later before he called me and asked, “Ron, about that research offer … did you mean it?”

“Of course I did, J-David.”

“Good, because you are now my research assistant on the project,” he told me.

So, wholly based on our trust, I started to research the history of baseball, college baseball and the baseball program of the University of South Carolina Gamecocks, as well as the history of South Carolina.  I wrote creative articles to David, based on the data found.  The next thing you know, David, saying, “I knew you’d be good but not this good,”  elevated me as co-author on the book.  Something he never had to do, but did.

The ups and downs of America, South Carolina and the Fighting Gamecocks (as they were originally named), we discovered, had interesting parallels.   There were compelling anecdotes of conflicts: the struggle for America’s freedom, the struggle for equality among blacks and whites, which continued after the Civil War, and the struggle for America’s industrialization amid, at times, crippling weather and economic conditions, ran alongside the emergence of college baseball anywhere and specifically its self-propelled expansion in South Carolina’s Midlands.

A baseball team wishes recognition as the best among its peers, and the heritage of the circles of players in Columbia was no different.  The problem was, if they would be champions, they needed to find a full-time baseball coach for the program.  The task took 78 years!

In 1892, players paid for their own uniforms and didn’t use gloves.  Later teams played for coaches that were English professors, football coaches and, in one case, a demonic taskmaster interested in advancing his standing up to the professional baseball league!

Interestingly, while World War I, the Great Depression, World War II and the War on Segregation raged on outside of the baselines, Columbia baseball mirrored the moods of the country.   Eerily, as America went so went the wins/losses records of decades of  Gamecocks baseball teams.

At the instigation of football coach and athletics director, Paul Dietzel, in 1970 the university hired a full-time baseball coach, and the pattern changed.  Under the guidance of  Gold Glove, World Series MVP, veteran Yankee second-baseman, Bobby Richardson, the team consistently won more games than they lost.   America also emerged from the shadows of the Vietnam War, polarizing protests and the aftermath of the murderous debacle at Kent State.   Hollywood cranked out better movies, the music industry came into its heydays, and so did the Gamecocks.

But the College-turned-University of  South Carolina was missing a national championship in any major sport.  The trophy case on campus remained empty.

Coach Richardson took teams to Omaha and the College World Series, but they never brought home the grand prize.  His successor, June Raines, earned repeated trips to the event — no luck.  And then along came Yankee-aficionado, seasoned head coach, Ray Tanner, who would take his Columbia boys of spring to the “Best Show On Dirt” in Omaha several times and, in 2010, finally win the NCAA Division One College World Series — the first-ever, major-sport national championship for the school in 200 years!  What a celebration!  What a parade that followed in Columbia!

In 2011, most of the same players returned and, with the addition of new teammates, they joined the ranks of only seven other teams in college-baseball history by winning back-to-back national championships.   The 2012 Gamecocks ran their quest for a historic three-peat championship all the way to the Finals Series of the Omaha Classic.

Limited Edition, Leather-bound edition

To say that the book, Carolina Baseball: Pressure Makes Diamonds, written by J. David Miller and Ron Kule, which chronicles the historic rise to the top of one school, is only a college-baseball story with niche-market appeal is to miss the importance of the valuable life-lessons of baseball revealed within its pages.   Because the overcoming of hardships by dedicated people everywhere in America, who strive for emancipation from the boredom of complacency and lackluster production and seek a better life for their progeny; who find that sport, especially amateur baseball, provides not only entertainment, but lasting values and relief from worrisome, day-to-day situations, is a story worth telling, Miller and Kule wrote their detailed, fascinating and timeless tale,  Pressure Makes Diamonds. 

The book is available in limited-edition, leather-bound, hard-copy format at  www.TheRayTannerFoundation.Org.   By mid-November, the E-book edition will be available for all E-readers through Amazon and other online outlets.

For more information on Miracle League ballparks, go to  For more details on how to donate to building the ballpark in Columbia, S.C., or how to purchase Pressure Makes Diamonds in quantity for gift-giving, send an email to  Every purchase adds to funds dedicated to building the Miracle League field.

This article and its contents is © 2012 by KuleBooks LLC. All Rights Reserved.