Dreams and Fantasies.

As writers and soon-to-be published authors, what dreams or fantasies do you have?

Personally, I would daydream about seeing a book I wrote in the hands of one of my idols. They don’t have to be writers just as long as I admired them, someone famous or well-known. It would be one of the things I really don’t imagine happening. It’s lame for a daydream, but I think any of us would faint at the sight of Ms. JK Rowling walking up to you and asking you to sign a copy of your book for her. I think these little fantasies help us to push ourselves to write and get a little step closer to getting our books on those bookstore shelves.

I’ve been pretty blank with what to blog on and I’ve just been having “brainfarts”, but I’m glad I’m not blank on what to write in my books. I’ve been writing a lot and I hit the 50,000-word mark on my second manuscript. I feel good about it.

Just keep on writing. Be inspired.

 

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Optimism Aside…

One problem I find in myself, that I wonder if others experience as well, is that even if I am struck with so much enthusiasm and optimism, there will always be that little fly of fear that keeps buzzing in your ear, constantly reminding you of the reality out there. The truth hurts, as they say, and that’s a part of life. This is all normal and a way our days go on, but sometimes you just can’t help but be pushed into the ground by that annoying buzz of fear and doubt.

Why am I deciding to go on about this just when NaNoWriMo is at its final stretch?

Well, from my previous post, I have decided not to pursue the deadline, but I have not killed the idea and the partial manuscript-slash-draft. This final stretch of manic writers trying to reach their goals of 50,000 or more words got me thinking, more like reminiscing, about my beginnings when I started taking writing as a serious hobby.

At first, being filled with so many random and seemingly great ideas, I was ready to write whatever came into mind. As soon as I’d finish something I saw was good, I’d show it to my friends to read. (Note: My dedication to this hobby started in college, so it was a bit awkward, but I didn’t care.) There were mixed reactions to it, like I could get even better or it’s good, but something is still missing or whatever. I was unfazed by that and I knew (I still do) that I could become better. When it came to the point that I was nearing more than 10,000 words on my manuscript (the only currently finished manuscript I have), I decided that even though I attain my goals in the Nursing field, I still want to see my name on print as a full-fledged author (and maybe a bestseller… what wishful thinking…).

Now, where am I?

I am here three years later with only one completed manuscript, a couple beginning paragraphs, and now half a manuscript all thanks to NaNoWriMo.

How does fear tie into all of this?

I’m afraid to start anew or continue what I started. The buzzing got too loud for me and I am in an official rut. I’m doing all I can to get out of it, but I think I need to take it slow and not push myself too much. There are tons of ideas floating in my mind that could possibly make a great book in the future, but the buzz comes again questioning if it could survive and if it did, would people like it.

I am sure I am not alone in this kind of situation and I know even the greatest of writers face this giant wall.

Wish me luck as I try to knock the darn wall over.

Inspire others as you wish to be inspired.

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P.S. This is my 100th post since I started this blog. Some topic, right? Well, I think the weakness in many people nowadays is the refusal to accept what they really feel so they won’t appear inferior. I’m speaking as a Psychiatric Nursing Major when I say that we need to accept what we perceive and feel in order to be able to do what we are meant to do and help others. If we are stuck in our own minds, battling the the truth we don’t wish to accept, then we stop living life as freely as we were all meant to be.

Travel.

The sky went from bright and clear blue to sullen grey in less than five minutes. Everyone was wondering about the extremely sudden change in weather. A low rumble echoed from high above our heads. Small flashes appeared from behind the grey shroud and judging by the erratic movements in the clouds, it was time to go. A voice pulled me out of my thoughts.

“Brother, it’s time to go back home. Our Dad needs us.”

I look up and give her a timid smile.

“You’re right, Sis, we can’t keep them waiting any longer.”

I got up from the grass I was sitting on in the middle of an open field. People around him always say to stay indoors during a thunderstorm, especially when this one looks dangerous. I’d just laugh at them and tell them not to worry. My sister and I could never stay inside during a thunderstorm. We had our reasons, but no one ever asked us what they were, so we just kept them to ourselves.

“This storm isn’t going away anytime soon, unless we get moving.”

“I know Sis, I just hate going from place to place so quickly. We never get to keep in touch with the friends we make in one place and we have to make new ones in some other place,” I sighed.

“Don’t worry, I think Dad just wants us to visit and we’ll be back here before you know it.”

“Lightning doesn’t strike the same place twice.”

“We don’t have to come back to the same exact spot and I’m sure they’ve proven that wrong already. Let’s go before Dad comes to fry us.”

“Okay.”

My hands lit up, which was routine for me and my sister, and began to spark. The skies above became violent and the rumbling was louder. A familiar tingle coursed through my body as my vision went white. I raised my left hand into the air and a loud crack sounded. A heat consumed me and a loud rush of air passed  my ears.

In a second, we found ourselves in a new place. It was so foreign, but the smell of burnt grass filled my nose like it always did. I look around and see our parents waiting for us with open arms.

“So son, how was the trip?”

“Same as usual, Mom, lightning fast.”

I smile.

*I was inspired to write that as I was watching the lightning play across the clouds outside my window the other night. It was a nice thought to dream about before I went to bed. Yes, I’m inspired and I’ve been working on my manuscripts, but not quite on the queries and synopses. I’m still looking at samples and trying to learn from them. I hope to get out some drafts soon.

What’s been inspiring you lately?

Well, if you have any concept in mind, even if it’s just a drabble, just get it out. There’s never any harm in expressing yourself on a sheet of paper. It feels great after.

Have a mind full of ideas, a heart full of inspiration, and spirit full of energy. Be inspired!

Hope you like my little drabble!

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Am I Ready?

This question has been plaguing my mind for the past two months. I honestly don’t have a solid answer to that. What am I trying to get ready for, you ask? Well, like any beginning writer, I’m getting ready to enter the world of querying and trying out my manuscript to see if they receive any feedback. I’m seriously scared to try, but I won’t get anywhere if I live in fear.

I better push myself to start drafting a bunch of query letters and synopses. I’m saturated to the point that I don’t know what else to edit with my current manuscript, so maybe it’ll give me a push in the right direction. I have a feeling I can go somewhere with this writing, but I’ll just have to keep at it and see where it takes me.

I’ll keep writing and following my dream to be a published author. There’s no excuse for my fellow aspiring writers not to try. It won’t kill anyone of us to try.

May you all be inspired!

*I hope to put up more flash fiction/short stories soon. 🙂

 

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