Have you ever dreamt of a familiar place, but it’s a little different? Maybe you’re dreaming of your hometown or even the house you grew up in. Maybe it’s a road you’ve driven down two thousand times or somewhere you’ve pulled from the furthest recesses of your mind. Wherever it is, something is amiss.
I had one of those dreams a few nights ago. And what happened in the dream isn’t what really matters, it’s what I was left with when I woke. A dark, brooding feeling lingered keeping me on edge for days.
Is this sense of foreboding a sign of something to come?
This morning I sat down to write an update for my website. I pilfered through my files and found this unpublished blog I wrote in January. As I read it, those dreadful feelings returned and I can tell you that that dream was a sign. I guess my subconscious knew something that I didn’t.
My life has changed in ways I would never have expected. It’s been a difficult year and I had to make many tough decisions. Are they for the better? Did I make the right choices? I guess time will tell. As for now, I’ll walk this unfamiliar road with the hopes that health, happiness, and love will accompany me.
So, it’s 3:06 in the morning. I’m standing outside staring at the moon, waiting for monkey dog to go potty, and decide it’s time to write another blog. I’ve been so behind in my writing that I have had no time to post updates. A lot has happened, but I’ll keep it short.
I published my first short story, The Cornfield earlier this week on Amazon.com. It is such a great feeling to search for my name and have my story come up. I’m published, even if I had to do it myself.
I wanted to offer it for free, but it appeared that $0.99. was the minimum Amazon.com would let me price it. From what I’ve read, I think Amazon will price match once I offer it for free at Smashwords and Barnes and Noble.
I’m also publishing several other short stories. As I work on that, I’ll continue with my current manuscript. If I write 1800 words a day, I can complete it in a month. Can I actually do that each day? Doubtful, but possible.
Well, it’s now 3:39 and I’m going to call it a day.
Good night, blogland.
Posted in Short Stories, Writing
Tagged Amazon.com, Barnes & Noble, publish, rant, rave, self-publish, short story, Smashwords, The Cornfield, updates
I found some old rusted keys in the building beside the garage not long ago. They were hanging right inside the door, but I’d never noticed them. I plucked them off the nail and examined them thoroughly. Each key was a little different.
Immediately my mind started racing. What kind of story can I write about these keys? I started thinking about my 1930-something house, the doors that we could never lock, the cellar. Within seconds, a story was forming. It will take a little more time to figure out, but this is going to be fun!
Posted in Writing
Tagged 1930, cellar, doors, fun, house, key bits, lock, mind, old rusted keys, story, vintage keys, write, writing