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Oct. 31st, 2004 02:25 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
apocalypsosI'm currently playing with my index cards plotting out The Walking Dead of Wilkes-Barre. I'm probably not going to start writing precisely at midnight, considering I plan on getting up and heading out to Starbucks or Borders to write tomorrow.
In any event, I think I'll do the same thing I did with The Monsters of Minooka. So, suggest me an everyday object and a line of dialogue and I'll try to put it in the story. ("Try" being the operative word ... I've used a few of the objects and a couple of lines from the ones people suggested for The Monsters of Minooka so far, but not all of them just yet.)
And if anybody wants a hint of what the story's about and missed it, here's my response to![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
jrosestar's NaNo meme.
P.S. The Packers are winning against the Redskins at halftime, 17-7. I hate football, but c'mon, Packers. :)
EDIT: You know what I've discovered? That on an everyday basis, I can barely hold an intelligent conversation, but much like Banshee or Siryn, as soon as I open my mouth and start yelling, I display a superhuman ability. Except, you know, mine is that when I yell at a major league sports team, I suddenly know what the hell I'm talking about.
Hee. You shouldn't be allowed to complain about incomplete passes at a football game if you normally think an incomplete pass is what happens when someone accidentally tears their Metro ticket in half.
HORROR-MOVIE-WATCHING ROOMMATE OF EDIT: If there's one thing I've learned watching horror movies, it's that people stupid enough to leave gigantic butcher knifes in their kitchen under huge neon signs that say "MURDER WEAPON HERE!" deserve to be slaughtered.
WEIRD PLOT IDEA OF EDIT: I'm thinking of having one of the characters I suspect writes tons of slashy fanfiction be suffering from a severe case of plotbunnies ... literally. As if, the kind of infestation that requires an actual exterminator. It's meta and awfully lame, but still ... hee.
(By the way, isn't it sad that I suspect the character's writing slash fiction in his spare time, but I'm not actually sure? At the very least, I know he's writing something, because the idea of his constantly pulling tiny yammering bunnies out of his pockets at inopportune times is just too perfect.)
In any event, I think I'll do the same thing I did with The Monsters of Minooka. So, suggest me an everyday object and a line of dialogue and I'll try to put it in the story. ("Try" being the operative word ... I've used a few of the objects and a couple of lines from the ones people suggested for The Monsters of Minooka so far, but not all of them just yet.)
And if anybody wants a hint of what the story's about and missed it, here's my response to
jrosestar's NaNo meme.P.S. The Packers are winning against the Redskins at halftime, 17-7. I hate football, but c'mon, Packers. :)
EDIT: You know what I've discovered? That on an everyday basis, I can barely hold an intelligent conversation, but much like Banshee or Siryn, as soon as I open my mouth and start yelling, I display a superhuman ability. Except, you know, mine is that when I yell at a major league sports team, I suddenly know what the hell I'm talking about.
Hee. You shouldn't be allowed to complain about incomplete passes at a football game if you normally think an incomplete pass is what happens when someone accidentally tears their Metro ticket in half.
HORROR-MOVIE-WATCHING ROOMMATE OF EDIT: If there's one thing I've learned watching horror movies, it's that people stupid enough to leave gigantic butcher knifes in their kitchen under huge neon signs that say "MURDER WEAPON HERE!" deserve to be slaughtered.
WEIRD PLOT IDEA OF EDIT: I'm thinking of having one of the characters I suspect writes tons of slashy fanfiction be suffering from a severe case of plotbunnies ... literally. As if, the kind of infestation that requires an actual exterminator. It's meta and awfully lame, but still ... hee.
(By the way, isn't it sad that I suspect the character's writing slash fiction in his spare time, but I'm not actually sure? At the very least, I know he's writing something, because the idea of his constantly pulling tiny yammering bunnies out of his pockets at inopportune times is just too perfect.)
