The weather is beautiful tonight. Finally able to go for a run and ignite my imagination!
Well, I know it’s been a LONG time since I’ve posted anything. I’ve been on hiatus a bit and it’s time I get back in the game.
I’m still writing. There’s nothing on this planet that could keep me from pouring my heart and soul onto the pages of the computer screen or one of the many notebooks I have on my desk. I actually have finished a project I’ve been working on for a while now and my next plan is to submit the dreaded query letter off to Agents. Of course, I have to write the damn thing first!
In the meantime, I submitted two short stories to online magazines in the hopes of getting somewhere with publication. I was nervous and a little hesitant when I hit that “submit” button, but I did it and I smiled about it. Now, it’s time to way which is never the easiest thing to do. I’m pretty sure all writers are impatient and demand a respond, I don’t know, like NOW!
I’m planning to work on more short stories as well as my longer projects, so that part of my life has not changed. I guess, I just realized that I need to get serious again about this whole getting published thing and I need to put my writing out there. There’s no better way to do that than to submit some short stories I’ve been hoarding for a while.
So, anyway, wish me luck!
I know it’s been awhile since I’ve posted and I do apologise for my absence. I’ve been busy working on the finishing touches to my science-fiction novel, The Day The World Burns. I am currently in the process of formatting it for print and Kindle versions so my beta readers will have something to read.
My plan is to have this published within the next couple of months. I’ll have a more firm date when the time gets closer.
It goes without saying that I’m pretty excited about this upcoming endeavor. I can’t wait to release my baby to the world!
Well, the year is almost at an end. That means it’s time to start thinking about what’s going to come next for 2018. Other than the fact that we’ll all be writing 2017, scribbling it out to correct it with 2018. I’m among the millions with that problem.
My plan is to go into the new year with my head held high and hope for the best. Not only for myself in my own prospects, but for the country and the world. I hope things go smoothly all over the place. We don’t need a repeat of whatever horrible decisions we’ve made in the past. We need to push forward and make things better.
So, here’s to the holiday season. Here’s to spending time with family, friends, and loved ones. And here’s to a great future for all of us.
I had a horrible dream right before my alarm went off. I was at work. I was sitting on my uncomfortable chair, staring at the computer screen and the usual program that’s open. The phone rang and I said my line to the customer. It was a typical day at work–in other words, it was a freaking nightmare.
It’s bad enough that I wake up and go to work Monday through Friday. I try to forget that place exists the moment I clock out at the end of the day. My brain should know by now not to let it pop up in my dreams. I’d rather spend my night visions running from bad guys or fighting for my life against monsters. Not sitting at my boring desk like I already do in a daily basis.
Get with the program, brain! Never let this happen again.
In less than two weeks, I’ll be soaking up some writing knowledge at the very first conference I’ll be attending. The Show Me Writer’s Conference in Missouri is going to be fun and a new exciting event for me. I plan on meeting and socializing with other writers, as well as gab about my upcoming book, The Day The World Burns.
Speaking of my book and this conference, there will be agents at the event as well. As nerve racking as this sounds, I’m going to push through the anxiety and stress and pitch my book to a couple of agents. I’ve been practicing my pitch to my family and friends and also my reflection in the mirror. I’m terrified, excited, and nervous all balled up into a neat little package.
I’ll post how everything goes and all about the conference when it’s over. This will be a learning experience for me and will be the first of many more events I plan to attend.
I wake up in the morning,
Throw my hair in a bun.
I lace up my sneakers
And head out for a run.
I’m out of breath
By the end of the block.
Still I push myself harder,
Never checking the clock.
All this time I spend running
My daydreams take shape.
I go into a world
One I cannot escape.
There are monsters and demons,
Zombies and vampires too.
A red-headed stalker
With eyes oh-so blue.
There are heroes and good guys,
Someone there to save the day.
It wouldn’t be a fantasy
Without them out to play.
There are castles and oceans
And skies with bright stars.
I see chaos and beauty
And love hidden behind by bars.
All these things that I see
As I jog through the world
Are created by one thing;
My twisted mind unfurled.
I can run on forever
In the madness of my mind.
And keep going and going
Until the end of time.
But, alas, I cannot
For my breath has run short.
It is time to head home
And rest up from the sport.
I’ll start again tomorrow
With my dreams set on high.
I’ll see where they might take me
And always reach for the sky.
Copyright 2017 T. R. Justus
Every night as I sit at my desk and get to work on my stories and books, I plug my phone into the speakers and let the music take me to a place that sets my fingers in motion and the words flow onto the page. I’m not the only one out there that has to listen to music while they work–no matter what that work might entail. I can’t listen to classical hits or tunes from the 70s and 80s eras. Although, I do have a few Queen and Journey songs on my playlist.
What gets me motivated the most? The songs that have a good beat. Rock music, mostly, but I do have a few hipper songs on the list. However, if you go through my phone you’ll notice that the majority of songs come from my all time favorite band on the planet, Fall Out Boy. They have been my favorite since high school, so about 15 years. (Man, that makes me feel old and I’m only 29.)
But, it’s with these select songs that I’m able to get over any writing slumps that stand in my way. They help me see the story happening as I punch the keys with delicate and, sometimes, angry care. Without music, I believe the world would be a very dull and boring place. What would we have to sing badly to? What would we have to fight off the dreadful silence of the night while we sleep? How on earth would we get to work without pumping our favorite tunes as loudly as the speakers will go?
I don’t think humanity would survive without music or books or any of the creativity that drives this planet forward. It’s in the arts of all generations that makes this planet spin smoothly.
And thus ends my rant for the evening!
Well, I finished the first draft of The Day the World Burns, my science fiction novel. I met my word count goal at 75,000 words and that is just exciting. It’s time for the second draft and with that comes a few revisions and a couple scenes may need switched around so it flows a bit more organically. From there, I’ll enter the wonderful world of editing, then it’s off to the beta readers and eventually publication. (I’ll have a clearer date of release as the end gets nearer.)
So, for those of you science fiction/alien invasion/survival fiction fans, you’ll want to keep an eye out for this one. It’s jam-packed with heart pumping thrills that will keep you on the edge of your seat until the very end. You’ll wonder “are they going to make it?” or “when will they find someplace that’s safe? They deserve to be safe!” And, like always, I’ll keep you guessing.
I’m not quite positive if this will be part of a series or not, but it might be heading in that direction. Maybe a trilogy if my mind allows enough imagination to flow onto the pages. I have a gut feeling it will.
I’m a bit of a believer of life after death. I tend to think that there’s more to be experienced in a different life once this one is fulfilled. Being a writer with an insane imagination, my mind took that thought and came up with a what if scenario for those who are imaginative and weird like myself.
If you’re anything like me and you come spend 90% of the day daydreaming and having little stories in your head, then you’ve lived a ton of lives in your own imagination. Now, let’s say those stories and random thoughts are more than that. What if they’re actually memories from a different life on a different planet or in some sort of parallel universe? What if you’ve already lived a dozen or so lives before this one and your soul has travelled millions upon millions of miles to get where it is today?
I don’t know about you, but I’m not exactly sure that’s a good thing. In my case, half of the stories I think of and daydream about are terrifying. I’d hate to imagine living in a world with zombies, vampires, monsters, aliens, etc. In my head, I’m the main female character. I get in trouble a lot and wind up in sticky situations. If, by some chance, my stories are actually memories (I’m doubting they are) then I’ve lived a lot of scary lives. I’ve been kidnapped, I’ve fought aliens and demons, I’ve travelled the world through hell and back just to save the one I love. It’s adventurous and wonderful, yet terrifying and exhausting to think about.
I’m sure my thoughts are nothing more than thoughts. That my dreams are simple stories created by the mind of a person who craves the abnormal parts of life. But, and this is a very bit but, if there’s any chance that they are more than just dreams and stories, I’m a little afraid to find out where my soul might head to next. I hope she’s prepared.