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.
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?”
About five weeks ago, my husband and I decided to take our family to the next level and added one more to our little clan. I’ve been begging him for months to let me get, what I think is probably one of the funniest animals out there. So, we did it. We brought home this adorable ball of fluff and, since my husband is an avid gearhead, we decided to name him Axle. This kitten is so funny and athletic. The other day we were watching a movie and a fly was bothering us like crazy. Axle comes along, does a backflip in the air, doesn’t realize how close he is to the wall and jumps right into it. We got a good laugh and Axle ended up catching the fly for a nice after dinner snack.
He is definitely the funniest animal I have ever had. As you can see, he has a strange obsession with shoes. We find him doing head dives into our shoes every day of the week. He’s even brave enough to stick his head in my husband’s shoes right after he takes them off. I don’t know about you, but I’d be in a coma for a month after smelling that.
Axle also has this weird thing about being in the bathtub or in any of the sinks in the house. I don’t know if it’s just a cat thing, but I see little wet paw prints all over the floor and the counters. It is super cute and it only makes us love him even more. Although, he isn’t the happiest little guy when you turn the faucet on.
The most important feature about our new addition, is that he and our 8 year old husky/wolf mix have become best friends. They sleep together, they drink from the same water bowl together, and they sometimes play together. It’s more Axle jumps all over Baer and the dog just lays there like “why did you bring this demon home to torture me.” But, they love each other and we couldn’t be happier with the results of getting this little guy.