Well hello there!
It’s been too long! I know, I’m terrible, but I did warn you: my procrastination skills are a force to be reckoned with.
Any who, lots of things have been happening, so I will quickly share with you some tidbits about the real life adventures of this absentee blog writer and then follow that up with a writing excerpt. If you’d rather not read about me and things that I consider interesting then by all means, feel free to scroll down 🙂 But then, why are you reading my blog, hmm???
First of all, boyfriend and I have decided to move to Austin, TX in October! Woot! A long awaited change of pace and location! I am obviously, very excited. We also got a puppy! His name is Wendell and he is the bee’s knees. Well, actually he’s a golden retriever, but you know what I mean. In other news, we recently got back from a vacation in California, wherein I met boyfriend’s sister (who I super like) and nephew (who is adorable and a total camera ham). We also visited one of my best friends in Monterey for the 4th of July, which was stupendous! If possible she has gotten even more beautiful and fantastic (as best friends are wont to do when left unattended). My only complaint is that there were no fireworks. Next year fireworks are an absolute necessity for me! I haven’t seen any in years and I, along with countless seven-year-olds across this great nation, love fireworks in a pretty serious way.
All in all I’ve had a fantastic couple of months! Things are looking good from where I am and I am jazzed for the future. However, all this positivity and excitement is weighed down by my recent lack of textual creativity so I will definitely be making the attempt to focus on my writing from here on out! After all, I only have something like 5 and half months in which to finish my book, lest I fall prey to the classic curse of making something a resolution and therefor never following through on it. To that end, please rejoice in the following excerpt!
Just a bit of introduction:
This scene has been rolling around in my head since the inception of this whole zombie novel idea. Herein lies the moment in which Whitley and Theo first clap eyes on each other before tearing off in a mad dash to escape a horde of bloodthirsty ghouls. The scenario popped into my head one day while listening to a jaunty little number entitled “Write It All Down for You” as made famous by a group of Canadian crooners known as Elliott Brood.
Whitley stood on the roof of the run down Costco and watched the sun set. She didn’t hold her hand over her brow like a normal person. The brightness of the washed out light never made her eyes water anymore. It made her feel sort of impervious, inhuman really, in a good way. She could stare directly into the sun now, what was there to stop her? It stung a little to watch so hard, but seeing the edge of the bright circle dip below the horizon was her favorite part of the day.
She blinked a couple times trying to remove the burned-in image from her retinas and pulled her goggles back over her eyes. She could already see ten times better in the rapidly fading light. Swinging her pack onto her shoulder she stood upright and walked over to the repair ladder. She stopped when an unexpected howl shattered the quiet around her.
She scanned the horizon looking for the source of the noise. She could smell something on the air now moving closer- fear and… hunger! It hit her full blast and made her mouth water in commiseration. There must be a horde of ghouls nearby for it to carry like that she thought. She moved to the edge of the rooftop and crouched low, waiting. A few seconds later she caught a glimpse of a small someone running pell-mell down the blacktop. A kid, a boy; a live boy by the look of things! Whitley’s stomach growled and she forgot everything but her avid need to turn that kid into a manwich.
She barred her teeth as she sprang from the roof silent as a ghost. Her boots hit the concrete just as the kid crossed her path.
“WHOA!” He screeched as he nearly crashed into her. She cocked her head curiously, like a bird examining a fat worm, playing with her prey before the attack.
She was covered from head to toe in clothes: gloves, hood, scarf, goggles, the whole shebang; he couldn’t tell she was a zombie. He paused a moment to peer into her red lenses. Whitley was thrown by this very human action, no not human, childlike. She was astonished by the naive stupidity of his gesture. He reminded her of someone. He, she thought. He was a person, a live person. Her mind pivoted around the thought. She stared dumbly back. Then seemingly remembering something important, the kid took off again at break-neck speed.
“Better run clotheshorse!” He shouted over his shoulder. He was fast, really fast.
Whitley watched her would-be dinner turn the corner down a side street ahead, dumbfounded. Then she noticed the rumbling under her boots for the first time. She looked to her left as the horde thundered like a freight train toward her. They were less than a mile away and gaining fast. She was alone, a scavenger. They were so hungry they’d eat her first and ask questions never. Knocked out of her reverie she turned on the spot and hit the pavement hard running after the kid.
And for your listening pleasure-