What if…

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.

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It was but a dream…

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.

Alternate Dimensions?

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!

Blue Bantlee: My Very First Writing Passion

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.

Where it all goes down…

desk

As a writer, I spend a lot of evenings when I get off work sitting in front of my computer in the most comfortable, yet always cold, chair that my husband got me a couple years ago. The photo I’m sharing is where my imagination comes to life. It’s messy and unorganized to anyone else but me. I know where everything is exactly when I need it. I’m your typical writing who never has the keyboard on the little rack it’s supposed to be on, but on my lap instead because it’s easier to type that way. My cordless mouse rarely works when I want it to and I have gone through quite a few because they tend to make me angry. My big, husky has the tendancy to crawl under my desk and lay on my feet and get me quite worried he’ll unplug something or hit the magic on/off button on the surge protector. I think I’d go balistic if that ever happens so thankfully it hasn’t yet. That star hanging on the rack where CD’s are supposed to go is actually a Christmas ornament I bought because I love stars and this one has a saying on it that tells me everyday “You are the Greatest.”

So, this is my little slice of heaven and without it, I wouldn’t be the person I am. I wouldn’t be posting to a blog or self publishing my first and soon my second book. I would be just another drone out there working to pay the bills. Having the life that’s in the photo is my dream and I love it.

In case you’re wondering, that is a Spiderman blanket covering my chair.

Wrote this one in middle school…

Whenever I get a thought in my head,
That I want someday for it to be read,
I go in my room and write it all down,
Then someday I can share it with the town.

I write all the time in the day or the night,
And sometimes I use a little flashlight.
Writing helps me escape from the cares of my day,
And later it may help me bring in some pay.

I write about mystery, romance, and death,
And even someone who shares his last breath.
People can say I’m strange and wasting my time,
But I could care less because this hobby is mine.

A dream well spent…

Had a pretty good turnout with the promotion I had going on with my book. I can’t lie. I know my work isn’t perfect, there’s a chance you could find a word missing, but this is my first published novel and I’m still proud of myself regardless. I’m hoping to have millions more buy it, read it, tell me what they think. It’s the greatest feeling in the world knowing there’s quite a few people, like 250, out there who will be reading something I created, the one thing that truly makes me who I am. I hope all of you out there who are reading this, gets the chance to live their dream and feel absolutely wonderful about it. I can’t wait to hear what every one thinks about it, good or bad, it doesn’t matter to me. Like I said, I’m really grateful for such a good turnout and I hope this means many more people will be buying it.
Also like to add, that the print version will be coming shortly. I need to order the proof of my book and review it before I have an actual release date for that one. Might be a little bit, but that’s to be expected with every book that comes to print.

For right now, I’ll be working on the sequal which I’ve titled “The Fighting Chance”. It’s coming along nicely and I already have a plan for the third and final book in this series. Don’t have a title for that one just yet, but it will hit me like the first two have.

This is it for today, so keep reading and keep following your dreams.

Nightmares

They follow you
Like bats in the night
You can’t outrun them
You can never hide
They’ll be there waiting
Always waiting
For you to fall asleep
For your mind to finally be theirs
You can fight it all you want
Force your eyes to never close
Soon you’ll give in
And they’ll be there
They’ll play with you
Showing what you never want to see
Saying what you never want to hear
Until you beg for it to stop
Pleading for it all to be over
But your mind does not listen
Your eyes do not open
They cannot hear your cries
And you’re forced to see the images
So gruesome and bizarre
Your feet try to carry you away
Try taking you from the nightmares
But they follow you
They’ll always follow you.