Will wonders never cease? We spent Saturday night at the house, trying to get ready for some major work next weekend, and Sunday morning Birdie TOLD me to go write at least 250 words while she was in the shower. To say I was stunned doesn't begin to cover it. She's so cool.
I finally got Parker face to face with his next zombie threat, trapped between the inside and outside doors of the hospital when the power goes out at the worst possible moment, so far as he's concerned. He figures out an important thing right before turning around and being inches away from death, then I end the chapter. You know, it didn't occur to me I've got both my leads nose to nose with a zombie with only glass between them until this moment. *sigh* I'm so slow in the head. But that works okay, because both of them will have sudden, deep thoughts that will define the rest of their life while staring into dead, black eyes.
The whiny story of slogging through writing my first novel.
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Go, Birdie! Whoo hoo!
Nothing like staring into dead black eyes to give you sudden perspective. That's a nice mirror moment, I bet it will work great. It's not a clunk over the head obvious, just a nice parallel.
I'm midway through chapter four, but trying to get an academic book review (i.e., not just off the top of my head opinion) done today. In my office! Which I can get to! And at the moment, is not surrounded by the sounds of construction.
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