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.
It has been close to 2 years now that I have made the decision to self publish my first book, The Human Race. Since then, I have published the rest of my zombie/vampire trilogy along with Crazy For Love, a stand alone novel. I do enjoy the self publishing game and it has taught me a lot about the industry. I plan on having another one out either later this year or first thing next year after I put some much needed work into my idea.
Outside of that note, I have given myself a new plan for this year. I’ve been working on a project that I am very excited about. Every time I sit down to write it, I get so into the story that the rest of the world just melts away and time flies just as fast as my fingers hit the keyboard. This one is a young adult fiction novel that I intend on turning into a series of either 2 or 3 books. Unfortunately, I don’t yet have a title but I’m positive it will come to me soon.
With this new project of mine, my intentions are to query literary agents again as soon as it is finished. It has been a long time and I feel that I have grown a lot since the last time I sent a letter to an agent. I already have a few people lined up to critique my letter when the time comes. I have no plans on getting my hopes up as this is a dog-eat-dog business and one that is very hard to get into. But, try I must do and never let the rejection letters get me down.
I have had a decent year so far, with my job and home life. I feel like this year could keep going in a good direction and something great just might be waiting around the corner for me. All I have to do is keep chasing my dreams of becoming a traditionally published author.
When I was in the sixth grade, like 14 years ago, I gave up the dream of wanting to become a veternarian. I love animals and always will, but there was something that changed my mind on the whole idea of that. I am a huge germaphobe, so I don’t think it would’ve worked out anyway. The thing that changed my mind is kinda funny. I saw the movie Sleepy Hollow and fell in love with Johnny Depp. I fell in love with him and wanted nothing more than to be an actress just so I could meet him. I was in quite a few plays and even took acting classes my parents so willingly paid for. I loved it. It was fun and exciting and I got to bring joy to people I didn’t know. Of course, I’m not an actress now and I’ll probably never meet Johnny Depp, no matter how awesome that would be.
My eighth grade English teacher sort of steered me away from the whole acting thing when she told me I had a knack for writing. I remember writing this crazy story about this group of friends who venture into the woods in search of a monster no one thought was real. I got an “A” on that paper and I haven’t stopped writing since. Many of my earlier stories and ideas for stories are a little on the weird side. I took that original story about the friends in the woods and made it into a short story in a green, three-subject notebook I carried around with me everywhere. Even in high school, I always had that notebook and when it was full, I got another one to continue. I wrote poetry, short stories about pirates and other things my mind needed to get out. Back then, it was a hobby, but I knew I’d take it somewhere and make a name for myself somehow. (I’m still working on that part.)
The more I think about how I was when I was younger and all the stories and ideas I came up with, the more I realize that part of me hasn’t changed a bit. I still love the crazy, unimaginable things that could never happen. Coming up with new adventures for my mind to escape into for a short amount of time and even after the book is over, I’m still trapped in the words I put on the paper. I love the weird things my mind comes up with which is one of the reasons I wrote The Human Race. It’s a different type of horror story with characters I fell in love with the moment I came up with them. It will take you to a world that should only be seen in movies or books and keep you on the edge of your seat the whole wild ride I take you on.
I’ll always have something unimaginable to come up with. Something my mind can’t keep to itself. Letting my dreams escape on the paper is one of the best feelings in the world in my eyes.