The weather is beautiful tonight. Finally able to go for a run and ignite my imagination!
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!
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.
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
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.
I had the strangest dream last night. It was heart-racing and romantic at the same time and I remember a good chunk of it which makes it all the more worthwhile.
Lately, I’ve been working on a few different projects at the same time. Needless to say, my mind is a bit frazzled and overstuffed with the usual weirdness that needs to spill out. I think a few of my story ideas meshed together while I slept to create a large masterpiece of a chaotic disaster. My mind took bits of Eternity mixed it with chunks of a science-fiction novel I don’t have titled yet and also threw in a dash of my young adult trilogy, The Human Race.
I don’t exactly know why my mind opted for this random array of my writings, but I’m not complaining. Despite the randomness of my dream, it inspired me to change up my science-fiction novel that I’ve been working on for the last two years. I think I might finally have the perfect storyline that will add the perfect amount of suspense to my characters’ lives.
Dreams are definitely a point of inspiration for many writers and I am proud to be one of them. I’m just glad I can remember them most of the time.
Tonight I read something strange that could really get your imagination going. It was just a simple meme, but I tend to overthink about the things that spark my creative side. It went something like this:
“What if there are multiple yous living in alternate dimensions and your dreams are you viewing what your other selves are doing.” (I’m not sure who said this. I only know it’s a meme somewhere.)
That really makes you wonder sometimes.
If by some totally random chance this is true, I don’t know if I should feel sorry or be completely jealous of my other mes. Some of them live crazy, exciting lives, while others are constantly fighting to get away from the bad guys. Of course, I’d be all over the me that has the super powers and saves the human race from total destruction. Then again, I wouldn’t mind being the bad guy who takes over the world. (Just kidding!)
I suppose it’s statements like this one that really works at my imagination and drives me to write even more. I live through my characters and let them do the risky events that keep them alive and most of the time there are a lot of bad guys chasing after them. In all honestly, I don’t think I’d last a day with the other mes in my head. I’d be on the ground, in the fetal position, waiting for it all to be over with.
I think I’ll stick with writing instead!
When I was seventeen, I worked at this farm store here in my home town. It was part time and I worked in the automotive department, which I used to hate, but with the job I have now I’m still in that area, selling tires to semi drivers and all that. But, while working the evenings, wandering up and down the aisles trying to find something to do or a customer to assist, I managed to come up with my very first novel idea that I was insanely passionate about at the time. I spent so many hours, staying up way past midnight so I could cram in as much writing as I could before I needed to get some sleep for school the next day. I came up with the idea for this book (which is going to be a series when I’m finished with it) while working one night.
The more I think about how I came up with the idea, the more I smile at how random it was. I remember walking down one of the aisles, facing some of the objects and there was something that I was moving that was the color blue and I kept thinking, “How weird it would be to have Blue for a name.” Well, with that I created my first character that I absolutely fell in love with. Her name was Blue Bantlee, which of course is a nickname. Her real name is Adrienne, but she has the brightest blue eyes the world has ever seen which is why her “father” always called her Blue. There is a reason why there are quotation marks around the word father, but I’d rather not give a lot of it away. I will say that she doens’t have the best of lives anymore. She lives in a war torn country that has been separated by a giant wall that runs from the northern border down to the southern. It’s meant to keep the rebels in the Wastelands away from the perfect people who live in the fancy cities on the other side of the wall.
Just thinking about this again and I’m feeling so giddy about working on the project. It was my masterpiece when I was writing it throughout my senior year of high school and all through college. (In case you’re wondering, I graduated college about five years ago.)
So, with the sequal to The Human Race nearing its release date, I’ve been thinking about Blue again and how I am going to blow the dust off and get back to work. It was my first book I was more than passionate and obsessed about. My first book that I got to 120,000 words before I considered the first draft finished and also the first book I tried seeking a literary agent for. My plan is to revisit this passion of mine when I’m done writing The Human Race trilogy and try searching for an agent again for the Blue Bantlee series. I’ve already opened the file back up and gave it a much more appealing title: Into the Wastelands: A Blue Bantlee Adventure. I’m not sure how many book there will be with this series for I have a lot planned for her. I’m sad to be nearing the end of my zombie/vampire trilogy, but I’m more than excited to get back to work on my first attempt at writing a novel.
I hope there are others out there, much like myself, who pour their heart and soul into whatever their passion is. We cannot give up on what makes us happy. We can set it aside for a little while, like I did with Blue Bantlee, but we’ll find that day when we need to get back to it, with a smile on our face, and keep working for what we believe in.