NaNoWriMo 2009 Day 20

[ladyseishou]

Day 20 - 10 days remaining

To tend, unfailingly, unflinchingly, towards a goal, is the secret of success.

- Anna Pavlova



As to what that goal is...

As writers, we have many goals. To tell a story, certainly. To entertain, perhaps. To learn something about ourselves, always.

But as NaNoWriMo writers, our primary goal this month is to tell a story by writing 50,000 words in 30 days. Some say that we're crazy. Some days it's hard not to think that they might be right.

But we do it anyway. And we do it by writing every day, every week, word by word, sentence by sentence, unfailingly, unflinchingly, trying our best to hit our daily word counts until we cross that finish line!

Today's goal is 33,333! Excerpts? Questions? Comments? It's all good!

And remember... keep writing!

Comments

[ladyseishou]

Could it be time for what-ifs? Play with some plot ideas that might be a little wild or crazy. What if Michael met with an accident? Or what if Mary-Kate gets a phone call that changes "everything"? What if Ben met someone who claims to be his real/long lost brother/father/someone who knows "the truth"?

Good luck! You can do it!

By "Damn, I'm badass," what I mean is, "Damn, you're badass."

[otter_nanowrimo]

Michael could very well meet with an accident. Ben might have a long-lost brother, but considering his totally average suburban family it's unlikely. His father is dead, and so far no one knows "the truth" because zombies are essentially a new species and no one knows anything about them.

But they're learning. Not very quickly, but...

Ooh! Earlier Ben said this:

He lay awake for hours imagining his future: countless days in this tiny room, until they found something to do with all these shell-shocked ruined people or until they decided that they couldn't afford the liability.

What if 'they' (the guv'ment) do decide they can't afford the liability, especially after the relapse? These people have a virus inside them just waiting to turn them (again) into terrifying killing machines that don't feel pain and don't discriminate. I sense a "quarantine of infected persons and potential carriers" in the works--whether that involves concentration camps, genocide, or shutting them away in a laboratory, I'm not sure.

You are a genius, ma'am, and I am thrilled to have you around. You've got no idea how much more Plot is running around in my head now. <3!