Death is not the End
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izmeinaNovember draws ever nearer and soon it will be time to unleash the inner squiggler. There’s no excuse for lack of inspiration this time. Having spent April writing more than 50,000 words of brain storming and July plotting and planning and creating a rudimentary Snowflake outline, November should simply be a matter of getting those fingers clicking to finally come up with a first draft that does not end up on some hard drive gathering dust.
The annual ritual of recruiting nano noobies has started. This year the area organizer has got a whole bunch of libraries on board so there’ll be no shortage of spots for write ins
Turned up to one such event on Tuesday evening and met a few old timers and a lot of new faces. They even had showbags which was a very clever way to encourage those attending to fill in and return the surveys. There were book marks and quite a few leaflets about the library along with a nice notepad. But best of all was a spiral notebook with a pen so there’s no excuse for not writing down inspiration whenever it may arrive.
Last year’s Deck of Doom is providing the main inspiration for this year’s scribbling. The Zombie Tarot is not the frivolous fad that it appears to be on first glance. I shuffled the deck to supply some random plot points and the last card turned out to be Death. How inappropriate. For in any self respecting zombie tale death is most definitely not the end at all. It’s just the beginning
A state and federal election added more ingredients to the brew, along with the latest and most unwelcome addition to the cityscape. Where a gorgeous old grassy patch of land surrounded by twisted and gnarled Moreton Bay Fig trees used to be is now the site of an enormous hole in the ground. It will end up being just a giant cash gobbling mosquito infested swamp. It’s just the perfect place to start a zombie apocalypse while getting written revenge on the wankers who go trashing serpent sacred sites in order to build grandiose monuments to their egos.
The present state government is all circus and no bread. In fact they are destroying the city and everything they can get their paws on, putting up taxes, water and power and trashing the state credit rating in order to fund a bunch of useless monstrous carbuncles.
After the recent very short lived “Purple Reign” of one of the local football teams, it could be very tempting to let the zombies loose at a grand final played in the bright shiny brand new (but not yet built) sports stadium which is yet another one of the government’s grand projects.
The only thing they are not building is a nuclear power station but creative license can solve that particular inconvenient fact.
The only ingredient missing from this particular dystopian tale is some all powerful all seeing spy agency. But November changes everything
The annual ritual of recruiting nano noobies has started. This year the area organizer has got a whole bunch of libraries on board so there’ll be no shortage of spots for write ins
Turned up to one such event on Tuesday evening and met a few old timers and a lot of new faces. They even had showbags which was a very clever way to encourage those attending to fill in and return the surveys. There were book marks and quite a few leaflets about the library along with a nice notepad. But best of all was a spiral notebook with a pen so there’s no excuse for not writing down inspiration whenever it may arrive.
Last year’s Deck of Doom is providing the main inspiration for this year’s scribbling. The Zombie Tarot is not the frivolous fad that it appears to be on first glance. I shuffled the deck to supply some random plot points and the last card turned out to be Death. How inappropriate. For in any self respecting zombie tale death is most definitely not the end at all. It’s just the beginning
A state and federal election added more ingredients to the brew, along with the latest and most unwelcome addition to the cityscape. Where a gorgeous old grassy patch of land surrounded by twisted and gnarled Moreton Bay Fig trees used to be is now the site of an enormous hole in the ground. It will end up being just a giant cash gobbling mosquito infested swamp. It’s just the perfect place to start a zombie apocalypse while getting written revenge on the wankers who go trashing serpent sacred sites in order to build grandiose monuments to their egos.
The present state government is all circus and no bread. In fact they are destroying the city and everything they can get their paws on, putting up taxes, water and power and trashing the state credit rating in order to fund a bunch of useless monstrous carbuncles.
After the recent very short lived “Purple Reign” of one of the local football teams, it could be very tempting to let the zombies loose at a grand final played in the bright shiny brand new (but not yet built) sports stadium which is yet another one of the government’s grand projects.
The only thing they are not building is a nuclear power station but creative license can solve that particular inconvenient fact.
The only ingredient missing from this particular dystopian tale is some all powerful all seeing spy agency. But November changes everything
