The weather is beautiful tonight. Finally able to go for a run and ignite my imagination!
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.
Inspiration just hit my brain so hard, I had to hurry to finish the paperwork for my day job so I could write down my brain’s new baby before I forgot everything. I just spent the last half hour, typing on my phone, the notes for a new story. I can’t wait to get this one started!
A great day for writing!
This year has not started out so great. My hopes were high for things to go good. In the first week, something bad happened and I knew it was going downhill from there.
Our dog, Baer, of almost twelve years old, went through his third surgery procedure to get a tumor removed again. His first night home wasn’t great and we had to rush him back to the vet the next morning. He started showing signs of doggie dementia, but after three weeks he was starting to come out of it.
Then, out of nowhere, last Thursday he gets real sick. He wasn’t eating and refused his snacks which was not like him at all. I begged him to pull through and be there Friday morning when I woke up and the stubborn dog didn’t listen. He passed in his sleep early Friday morning.
I’ve dealt with losing a pet before, but something about losing Baer was worse. He was my big baby. I looked forward to going home to see his goofy face and take care of him. It’s weird not waking up in the middle of the night to his raspy, maniacal breathing that told us he needed to go potty.
We’ll get another pup at some point in the future, but getting over Baer will take some time. He was a great dog. As my husband puts it, Baer was the best worst dog on the planet. We’ll love and miss him until the end of time, but I know he’s up there in doggie heaven rolling around in mounds of dog treats and toys.
I hope everyone had a great Christmas or Hanukkah or Kwanzaa or just a great holiday season in general. There are too many holiday traditions to count, but I hope it was great all around the board.
I, for one, am kind of glad the holidays are coming to an end. Although I love spending time with family and seeing the delight on my nieces’ and nephews’ faces, the end of the holiday season means it’s that much closer to warmer weather. I’m a summer kind of gal and I am more than ready for this single digit temperature and the snow to disappear.
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!
Today, I’m going to keep it short and sweet and to the point. I’m hungry and I’m stuck working through my lunch. I’d rather be home writing, but unfortunately that won’t pay the bills yet. Maybe someday, but not today.
I sent out a few query letters for The Day The World Burns this week. My least favorite thing about this process is the waiting. I wish there was a magic button I could press to instantly tell me if I’m going to be rejected or not. Life might be simpler with an easy button such as that. Then again, life would be too predictable. Easy buttons might not be a great idea…
Outside of that finished project, I’ve begun a new one. This one is currently untitled, but I have a few ideas in mind for the name. Since it is still a brand new idea, I don’t want to give anything away. As I learned at the writer’s conference, “you never want to give away your nuggets”, aka the first thought of your idea. I learned a lot at that conference and have already started putting that knowledge to good use on my projects.
This has been a really good week and a semi-decent year so far. It’s not over yet. No matter what happens during these last two months, I’ll keep my head up high and shoot for the stars like always.
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.