I was surprised to find that it had been so long since my last post. Summer is in full swing and when I'm not busy, I'm recovering. A couple of times I went out to write for an hour or so and found that I just couldn't settle down enough to do it. My brain is full of plans, guilt over stuff that I have put off, school supply lists, clothing inventory for the kids and grocery lists.
But underneath it all is my story.
It would actually be nice if I could mentally put the story away for awhile, it's a little tiring to never have mental silence. But this is a story that must be told, must be written. She won't let me go no matter how hard I try. Four times now I have written first chapters and it's never right. She shakes her head and mutters that she isn't a Mary Jane that learns who she is only after death. Also, she may not be from 1956. Now she whispers of Tesla and crazy scientists, of the best deaths for a zombie to consume and why. Also, we talk about love. Who loves a zombie? Why would a zombie bother with love? What about the physicality of love? I'm not all sure yet. Well, I am sure of one thing - she absolutely will not let me get this wrong. Her story will be told her way and she is willing to wait until the kids are in school and I have the proper amount of time to devote to her.
But she won't wait silently. That would be too easy....
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