Zombie Sandwiches

I should know better than to go into NaNoWriMo thinking I know what I’m going to write about. I should really know better than to do a whole bunch of research on said book idea beforehand.


Because novels are squirrely. At least, mine are. They start out as one thing, then do an abrupt about-face that leaves me trailing after them holding scraps of now-useless research asking, “WHY?!?!?!?!”

Characters I think will turn out to be a big deal excuse themselves from relevance, throw-away side characters extract themselves from the woodwork and steal the show. It’s a silly business, writing a book. For all the good plotting does me, I might as well just wing it and stop wasting my time on preemptive research.

When I started typing novel #3 on November 3 (I know, two days late. Whatever will I do if I don’t finish?!) I had every intention of writing about a ballerina jewelry thief. I had the story all laid out, I was excited about it, I even had the first line all typed out in my head.

Wanna read that first line? Here:

She arched one impossibly long arm over her head, bowing it over her outstretched leg like a taut branch supporting the weight of a bird. A tiny chorus of pops and crackles from behind her as the muscles in her back warmed up, stretched, remembered their soreness from yesterday’s class.

But then…I couldn’t get past this paragraph. I tried changing point of view, I tried starting somewhere else. Nothing. Writer’s block. Muy no bueno.

So, I started writing about something else. I had no idea where it was going, I was just writing for the kicks of it. And then I started meeting this entirely new character. And thought maybe this could be that zombie apocalypse novel I’ve always wanted to write.

And, Heaven help me, I think it just might be. Wes and I combined our considerable imaginations and came up with an entirely new (to us, anyway) kind of zombie, and now I’m 9,951 words into a book I have trouble not writing because it’s so dang fun.

I’m still behind on my word count. By the end of day seven I should technically be at 11,669 words, and in order to pull that off I’d have to write an additional 1,700 words today to cap off the 1,400 I already wrote this morning.

So, I might not catch up today. Maybe tomorrow. Maybe the day after that.

Who knows? By the time I catch up the novel may have changed again, morphing from a zombie apocalyse book into some kind of heartwarming tale of redemption and kindness and cracker sandwiches.

Stay tuned.

Zombie Apocalypse

I spend a lot of time thinking about the zombie apocalypse. What I would do, how I’d survive, whether I’d even want to survive in a world over-run by flesh-eating corpses.

It’s the reason I’m curious about learning how to hunt. Why every time I go to the grocery store it reminds me that I really should learn how to cultivate and harvest my own food already. Why I waited until Aidan was one to wean him (call me crazy, but I didn’t want to have a starving baby and no formula if our little family had to hit the road in a hurry).

We actually do have a plan, should the zombie apocalypse ever occur. We know exactly where we’ll go, and how we’ll get there, and what we’ll do when we arrive. I’m lucky in that I have a husband who will entertain these kinds of thoughts with me, but it’s better to be safe than sorry. The last thing you want is to be that chick who gets herself a gun and then can’t get the safety off the thing in time to defend herself against something that’s trying to eat her face.

All that to say (and a full half of you wondering wherever I misplaced my marbles) I found a house that is so cool, so perfect it needs must be shared. Check it out:

It’s a house in Warsaw, Poland that was built by KWK Promes. Their intention was to make inhabitants feel as safe as possible. Some highlights:

  • Second-floor drawbridge entry
  • All the windows and doors can be covered by giant slabs of concrete and metal safety mesh at a moment’s notice
  • Indoor swimming pool, so you can work on your fitness without worrying whether there’s a raging zombie waiting to tear your face off

Seriously, go check it out. The pictures alone will blow your mind. I vote we take up a collection and build one in the US, and then move to it in the event of a zombie apocalypse. All in favor?