Late-Night Thoughts

I'm relatively certain I wouldn't have ventured back to Vibeke and the End of the World without reading Earth Abides, a classic of '49 that imagines an emptied world following a plague.

I still have no idea if there's a plot or not attached to this. So far it's Vibeke just wandering around. She must have some mode of transportation - bike? horse? - and weaponry...don't know if she's communicating with people. Do cell phones work? Internet?

I'm wondering if this seed is something of a reflection of my current mood. I'm in a better position than my character, mentally...for example, the dead have not overrun my world, and I'm not traipsing around with a smart-aleck gun enthusiast, a Boy Scout, and fighting with my ex-turned-warlock (I...was that really my plot?).

But I do feel like I'm trying to feel out my place in life at the moment - new job/new world parallel, still feeling pretty lost even though there are familiar aspects of it.

I have to go back and read the original manuscript, but I'm pretty sure it turned into a weird fantasy novel 3/4 of the way through (plot device?).

...and dang, someone is really letting the garbage bin in the parking lot have it. Are we allowed to use it as a punching bag now?

I have no idea what to blog about.

There, I said it.

Words.

Had an idea. Started writing. Now I have 322 words that are probably really terrible, but at least they're words, you know? They're something.

I thought - very briefly - about bottling 'em up and saving them for NaNoWriMo in November, but...I think this year I'm just going to focus on getting 50,000 words - not necessarily starting a story from scratch. I can pick at it when I have time, then hopefully buckle down and get a nice chunk of it done.

I have no idea where it's going. I think it's a sequel to The Evil That Men Do from 2006 (aka At the End of the World, aka The Evil That Men Do: Or, How to Survive the End of the World Without Getting Eaten by Zombies.

The narrator seems to be the same. Not sure what she's doing wandering around yet (there's some vague explanation in the 322 words, but obviously I need to do some fleshing out), but she's lost her companions from Evil and seems to be on her own.

322. Not bad for a start.

Dramatic Intro Post

Hark, for here shall be the adventures of The Suz as she copy edits, writes, and generally blunders her way through life.

This blog is kind of a personal project for me - I've tailed off badly in writing since getting a new job, and I'm hoping to get back into the habit. Who knows what I'll post here? Book reviews, rants, psychobabble...zombies.

"Eerie Echoes" was named for a horse I used to ride...and a sparkly eye shadow I fancy. And the fact that I am totally weird.

You've been warned.