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.
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!
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!
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.
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.
Lately I’ve been so unfocused that I kept jumping from one project to the next–thank God for the insane amount of notes I keep for each story idea.
I couldn’t seem to keep my head on straight. Suddenly, out of freaking nowhere, I was on my evening run through the neighborhood–I’m pretty sure I was listening to some Fall Out Boy to keep my heart pumping–and it hit me. A spark of inspiration for a project that’s been on the backburner for a while now. I found and created a new beginning, made an outline from beginning to end (although the exact ending isn’t set in stone just yet). I got to work on this one the other day and I’m 8,000 words in so far. At work, I tend to write a rough chapter on my phone and I have three of them waiting to be transferred to the computer.
Needless to say, my mind’s been busy with this one!
I’m finally out of my unfocused rut and can get back to bringing my characters to life. Of course, they have to endure some amount of tragedy and end-of-the-world peril or I’d be pretty bored.
I even have the perfect title for my latest story: The Day the People Disappeared. I’ll let you use your imagination to see where that will go!
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!
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