It started with a simple list really: milk, eggs, bread, sugar, coffee, yogurt, and red velvet whoopie pies (Don't judge, I'm a good southern girl who never turns down the red velvet. That would be sacrilegious).
Anyway, when I got to the checkout line I realized that along with my staples of life I had subconsciously loaded some other items into my basket. These were batteries (enough to power one whole aisle of remote control toys from Toys-R-Us), the giant jugs of water (so many that I could hardly push my cart), and a plethora of canned goods with pull top lids.
As I watched my items roll past me on the conveyor belt I realized that FEAR struck at the supermarket. All the horrible disasters that have hit all those poor people in Haiti, Chile, and Indonesia were on my mind. And the culmination of those events sunk so deep in my psyche that I was worried about the people I know and California in general. Let's face it, it's been a while since we've had a shaker and our time is probably past due.
My theory is simple and if I'm wrong everyone can say I'm an over reactive prat and if I'm right I promise not to break out in my Julie Andrews singing voice and chant, I Told You So.
I believe that with the abundance of rain we have received this year and the unseasonably cold weather, that the ground beneath us is swelling and all those valleys and gaps we never see are filling up. So, once our weather gets hot again and these pockets start to dry out, it is my belief that the fault lines will shift generating our next big earthquake. Like I said this is just my theory, I would love nothing more than for us to skate though another year unscathed, but given recent events around the world, I think I would rather be prepared at this moment.
So, how does this relate to writing? Well I realized how much our fears and concerns can cause us to react and how deeply seated they can reside within us. It's like how animals will fight and strike when they are scared and threatened. Even some people act the same way. There is no thinking involved, just a survival instinct. Many people capitalize on this.
It's evident all around us. In books we read, movies and on TV. It is a little scary for me to think of what goes through the minds of those who create horror movies or films where a whole city or the world is destroyed. Have they researched something we don't know about? Are they fatalistic and showing the world their vision makes them grounded? Or, maybe they just had too much spicy food before bed time and this spurned a crazy nightmare that they decided to cash in on.
Whatever the reasons, it places in us the, What If?, thoughts. And I realized that when I write I can dispel some of my own concerns and kick in my own survival instincts in a productive and controlled fashion.
Okay, enough of that. Tomorrow will be much lighter...I promise.
Four more queries went out today. It has been extremely exciting. From the first 4 I sent out I have heard back from 3. That's 75% within a month. It's awesome. What would be more awesome is if someone wanted the novel, but like I said before, I just started down this road so I need to pay quite a few more dues.
Pages Written Today: 7
Day 8 - Rejections: 5 Queries Still Out There: 10
Request for more material: 1
Songs of the Day: Kelly Clarkson, Addicted
Sia, Numb
& Simply Red, Sunrise
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