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.