This daylight savings time thing sucks. Lose an hour of sleep…how fair is that?!? I can only hope that my beloved state chooses not to do it anymore.
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!
We got a bit of a snowstorm over the weekend. The roads are slick and the temperature is close to zero. About two inches fell, but the snow drifts are deeper.
I remember as a kid how much I loved going out in the snow to play. We’d go sledding and have snowball fights and build snowmen. We attempted to build an igloo one year and it failed miserably. I could say I miss the days when I enjoyed this weather, but it would be a lie.
I don’t know what happened between my childhood years and adulthood to make me hate the cold weather and snow as much as I do. I find myself yearning for longer days and warmer nights. I can’t wait to go outside and not worry about freezing or dressing in a million layers to keep warm.
Spring will come soon. The grass will be green again. The seasons will go through their changes and in a year from now I’ll complain about the same cold and the same snow. It’s a never ending cycle, doomed to repeat itself until the end of time.
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.
It’s Monday again. Time for a new week in the bitter cold of almost winter. I’m ready for spring and warm weather already. Who isn’t?
I think I’ve turned into one of those writers who is working on more than one project at a time. I don’t know why, but I keep switching back and forth between three stories. I have three different note books by my keyboard on my desk for each project’s outline and special character traits.
I wish I could focus on just one, but there’s no fun in that!
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
This weekend I was asked why I don’t I write something “normal” or something that isn’t filled with things that could never in a million years happen. I was asked this because the person would really like to read something I’ve written, she just doesn’t like those action/adventure, out of this world, fantasy, science fiction novels; whereas I do.
As much as I’d love to write something that she would really enjoy, my mind can’t seem to grasp the concept of normalness to fill the pages. Sure, I can start off on a new project with my mind set on making it your average, run of the mill book. The type where the guy gets the girl and they spend their lives proving their love to one another. My project might start out this way, but something happens and my mind switches to the abnormal very, very quickly.
The idea of my characters falling in love will almost always take a drastic turn for the dangerous side of things. They’ll hit a speed bump (literally) and run into monsters or bad guys or some sort of alien that drops down from the sky to ruin everything. (There’s a little inside on what The Day The World Burns is about.)
I thrive on the stories that are so packed full of fictional adventure that I’m not sure if I’ll make it out alive or not. My head enjoys the thrill of the ride while reading and writing stores or books that get your heart pumping. The ones that keep you on the edge of your seat with action and perilous tasks that leave you wanting more. I know romance novels and coming of age stories, and other types along that line are also filled with edge of your seat words and there might be a day where I find myself sitting down to write something like that. However, at this point in my life, I just can’t do it.
I can’t do normal when normal is boring.
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!
As I was cleaning off my computer desk and going through old paperwork, I came across this joke my mother had given me a long time ago. It’s just a cute animal joke that I feel like sharing with the world today in case some of you out there need a quick laugh.
How many dogs does it take to change a lightbulb?
-Golden Retriever: “The sun is out, the day is young and you’re worrying about a stupid light bulb?”
-Border Collie: “Just one. And then I’ll replace any wiring that’s not up to code.”
-Lab: “Oh, me! Me! Pleease let me change the bulb! Can I? Can I?”
-Rottweiler: “Make me.”
-Old English Sheepdog: “Light bulb? I don’t see a light bulb.”
-Cat: “Dogs do not change light bulbs. People change light bulbs. So the question is, how long will it be before I can expect light?”
-Contributed by Richard Wright
About five weeks ago, my husband and I decided to take our family to the next level and added one more to our little clan. I’ve been begging him for months to let me get, what I think is probably one of the funniest animals out there. So, we did it. We brought home this adorable ball of fluff and, since my husband is an avid gearhead, we decided to name him Axle. This kitten is so funny and athletic. The other day we were watching a movie and a fly was bothering us like crazy. Axle comes along, does a backflip in the air, doesn’t realize how close he is to the wall and jumps right into it. We got a good laugh and Axle ended up catching the fly for a nice after dinner snack.
He is definitely the funniest animal I have ever had. As you can see, he has a strange obsession with shoes. We find him doing head dives into our shoes every day of the week. He’s even brave enough to stick his head in my husband’s shoes right after he takes them off. I don’t know about you, but I’d be in a coma for a month after smelling that.
Axle also has this weird thing about being in the bathtub or in any of the sinks in the house. I don’t know if it’s just a cat thing, but I see little wet paw prints all over the floor and the counters. It is super cute and it only makes us love him even more. Although, he isn’t the happiest little guy when you turn the faucet on.
The most important feature about our new addition, is that he and our 8 year old husky/wolf mix have become best friends. They sleep together, they drink from the same water bowl together, and they sometimes play together. It’s more Axle jumps all over Baer and the dog just lays there like “why did you bring this demon home to torture me.” But, they love each other and we couldn’t be happier with the results of getting this little guy.