After an unscheduled hiatus, I got back on the writing wagon and wrote 1,000 words today. I'm glad I did it, but I'd have to say I'm a bit disappointed that I haven't been writing for the past several weeks.
The ideas were flooding in today though, and even with an impromptu revision (un-killing an important character and feeding her back into the story-line), I think I still managed to make some progress.
I have missed my zombies =).
Oh!
I had this dream the other night (which jump-started my writing). In it, I was on an old farm and everything was amber-colored, like an old photograph done in sepia instead of black and white. Zombies were moseying around, doing their usual... Groaning and grumbling for grubbage. But, the best part was when I walked into the living room of this dusty farmhouse and found several feral, infected cats collecting dust like the wing-back chairs in the corners. They were alive and about as well as well could be for zombie kitties, missing clumps of hair here and there, their eyes wild with hunger. They were so much smarter than people-zombies, reverting to animal instincts to try to bring me down. I don't remember being scared. I was just fascinated. Several of them scattered behind furniture, and the tension built in the room.
I caught one orange kitty as it lunged at me. It looked rabid, but infected bites and wounds oozed as he hissed, flipped and rolled, trying to free himself from my grasp.
The dream ended shortly after that. Abruptly. I'm not really sure what happened.
I won't be putting any infected kitties into my zombie story though. As intriguing as it was, I think infected people are quite enough.
On a different note, I've decided that I need to be more persistent plugging away at my storyline (as suggested at the beginning of this post). I tend to get a surge of ideas and write about them, only to find I cannot realistically place them in the storyline in a readable format. This is what usually happens: I summarize the idea and leave it that way. Fleshing it out (for lack of a better phrase) becomes tiresome and difficult, and then I start feeling that all of my "hard work" coming up with the idea in the first place is moot because now I can't find out how to expand on it in such a way that it makes sense in the story. But, I think in thinking that way, I'm missing the point: Ideas come naturally; the real work comes from implementing them. So, I've decided to allow my ideas to take shape on paper and take time out of my day as long as I've already written my 1,000 words for the day. Now, if I wanted to be really disciplined, I'd make sure to wake up early and get my 1,000 words done in the wee hours, but I'm doing baby steps here... Just baby steps...
