It's funny. I have all these ideas for my future. I finally finish a book and I make it big. I live out my dreams for the rest of my life, able to write and do as I please. I just first have to get there. It's a process that is taking a lot more time than I thought it would; which at times seems very frustrating for me.Sometimes it makes me want to give up that dream, and move on to something a bit more practical. But since when have I done the norm? I don't dress to impress others, but do it for myself. Heck, I'm even becoming a history major. How many times do you hear that?
         
            So i trundle on to the best of my abilities, and quite ironically actually had a bit of inspiration today. I actually had jury duty, and I was bored out of my freaking mind!!!!!! You literally sit in a room with a bunch of people hoping you do not get called on a case, (which was my fate, thank god!). I spoke to my folks before hand and had some idea of the boredom that awaited me. So i decided to bring my phone, (duh) and my laptop to keep me company while I waited to find out what was going to happen.

            So I decided to use my laptop and maybe get something done. In general when I type, I have a few projects going on at the same time. This way if I'm blocked on one project , I may be inspired to write a chapter of another one. I know it sounds a bit cooky, but this is my process to get things done. It does actually work in one of two ways. One, seeing several pieces in one shot allow me to be inspired to write. Two, seeing more than one piece will sometimes allow me to focus on one part, and choose one story to write. The latter is what happened today.

          I brought up several pieces in one shot, and I was inspired to write for my one project that has become my main focus. I am not going to say anything, since I want to keep it under-wraps, but I will say that it has what do with a division of the FBI. I'm not going to say what, except that the main character is in for a nasty surprise.

            Now I'm going to end this piece on a serious note of sorts. People might look at this piece and think that it's a bit of a mess. I'm not one of those writers who can drop an essay out of the top my hat. I tend to write what i feel down, and I act the same in real life. I say what I feel, and I feel what i say. I do not do proper essays on a whim, and especially not when I try. I get better as time goes on, but truth is, I still suck at it. But I love to write like this because it's messy, crazy, truthful, and totally all ME.