Since the great power outage of ’11’ at work, and the discovery that our emergency spotlights only last about two hours, I’ve been tinkering with the idea of writing a zombie short-story. It’s reinforced by a conversation Steven and I once had about what we would do in the event of either 1) a crazed gunman or 2) zombies. We felt action plans for both were worth discussing. And, since we work in a drugstore, figured there were much worse places to be stuck in the event of undead attacking. Drugs, bandages, and canned food abounds. My writers digest email the other day featured a short-story competition, so who knows. I’ll play around and hopefully can make it work. (I figure zombies are better than crazy, pissed-off people with guns. That’s just tragic.) At least it is a nice distraction while I’m holed up at the fabulous Holiday Inn Express in West-by-god-Virginia.
August 10, 2011