One of the strangest pregnancy side effect is weird dreams. Like, dreams so vivid and dark that your doctor actually warns you about them ahead of time so you don’t think you’ve gone completely insane. So, like, next level weird.
Yeah, that’s a thing.
Anyway, when I was pregnant with my daughter back in 2012, I had many of these crazy dreams. I’ve always had strange vivid dreams but never anything like these. Writer that I am, I tried to take notes on as many as I could remember in the hopes they’d make good stories someday.
One of many such bizarre pregnancy dreams I had was where I was trapped in this flooded dystopian world where human cloning and rock and roll both played a big part. The dream was most definitely your basic nightmare with everyone I loved dead or dying and me unable to save them and the only not completely horrible part was this very random moment where I had to make out with Justin Bieber (who my mom thinks is called Jason Beaver, for real) to save my life and the whole time I was thinking, but I HATE Justin Bieber. So, you know, still pretty awful but on a lesser level than loved ones dying.
Anyway, this particular dream was so scattered and insane and, well, funny in retrospect that, unlike the others, it didn’t seem salvageable into a story. Especially since I don’t even like dystopia so why would I write one?
Except that I randomly started writing it a few weeks ago. I just had an idea for a single scene… which lead to another… oh and then one more… and then another. Before I knew it, I was 12k+ into this new novel that I have nicknamed Clone Rocker.
I’ve never written anything that reminded me more of this quote:
[Writing is] like driving a car at night. You never see further than your headlights, but you can make the whole trip that way. -E. L. Doctorow
I have no idea where the story is going. I don’t know what’s going on and the plot is a complete mystery to me. I have this character that is very firm in my mind and I can only see one scene ahead at any time but, lo, it’s apparently been enough to get me this far. I think it might actually be something.
And Justin Bieber is somehow actually in it for real, damn him. I can’t even look at his stupid punchable face and he is IN MY BOOK. That is how little control I have over this narrative. GET OUT OF MY BOOK, BOY!
Anyway, I was going to just write the scene in my head and then leave the rest for me to write during NaNoWriMo 2014 but I just kept getting ideas and it seemed stupid to stop myself from writing if I was on to something. After all, Mistress Novel was a book I wrote a big chunk of before NaNo started and then finished during November and that turned out rather well overall so maybe it’s a good sign that this one is clamoring to be written early. It’s a bit scary to be writing this a scene at a time having no idea where the story is going as a whole but it’s also exciting. I just hope it turns out to be something decent and not just a complete mess.
But what I really love about it is that it’s dark and weird and, most importantly, silly and random in the same way my comedies usual are and that just makes it feel like the right book for right now.