Writing about zombies has been quite interesting this past week. I’m actually creeping myself out a little. Oh, let me tell you about how creeped out I’ve been . . .
I was busy typing away, listening to my iPOD (jamming out to country music to get in the western mood), when Scott snuck up behind me (he had actually been calling my name, but I couldn’t hear him). He leaned over my shoulder in an attempt to kiss my neck, but OH MY GOODNESS! I jumped from my chair, screamed like a little girl, and slapped at him a couple of times.
“What the heck?” he yelled.
“NEVER, NEVER sneak up on a person writing about zombies and put your head near their neck! NEVER do that!!!”
(It is a well known fact that—not much different from vampires—zombies go for the juggler).
After I calmed down, we laughed at how stupid I was. Super funny. You should have been there.
But writing about zombies hasn’t been as lighthearted and fun as I had at first imagined it to be—zombies kill, zombies bite, zombies are gross. I find myself writing horror, which is NOT something I do. It’s bothersome, BUT (a great big but) I am willing to go outside my comfort zone, my normal writing genre, and do something different, just to see if I can. How much more different can it get than to write a zombie-western-romance? I really can’t think of anything, can you? Also, I am taking this opportunity to write in the 3rd person and in some chapters, from a male perspective. My last three books have all been 1st person POV from a female perspective. So this is all new uncharted territory for me.
I know I had mentioned in the previous blog entry that I would post my first chapter of the zombie book for y’all to read, but I’m not so sure about that chapter. That chapter may become a prologue instead—it’s dark and dreary, but plays a role in why the girl (heroine) of the story is the way she is. But it paints me in a pretty bad light as far as writing goes (it’s a gross, sad chapter). So instead of posting that chapter, I am going to start you off on chapter 2 (which may become chapter 1 anyway) where it is less yucky and more fun (you be the judge).
Also, I am going to post the first little bit of another story that came to me after I woke up from a dream in which someone kidnapped Callie and I couldn’t prove she was mine. The people who stole her had all the records to indicate she was actually theirs—I had nothing (not sure why. That’s just how dreams work sometimes). Anyway, in the dream I ended up kidnapping her back. When I woke up, I knew I had the makings of a story—a woman’s daughter is kidnapped from her car and she has no way to prove the little girl was hers to begin with. This is a story I want to revisit after nanowrimo is done, because I want to give it more thought and time. I think it could be an interesting story, if I do say so myself (ha,ha, I just said so myself).
So check out the tabs above and PLEASE feel free to comment and let me know what you think, which story you like best, if you think the zombie book is disgusting, and such. I’d love to hear from you.