As most of you know, today is Halloween, my favoritist holiday. It’s great for many reasons, most of which have to do with having license to run around wearing cat ears. But it’s also NaNoE’en, the day before the writing frenzy that is NaNoWriMo. My username there is mortaine; add me as a NaNo buddy if you like.
Because I have utterly failed to get a Big Honkin’ Tech Writing Job in time for November (and, hey, I’m available right now), I am participating in NaNoWriMo after all. This means that, over the next month, you can look forward to bizarre, sleep-induced posts with writing excerpts, and single-sentence posts like “2,600 words today– whew!”
Here is the rough concept behind my novel. I don’t really have much more than this, so I hope you will bear with me in the coming weeks:
Getting Buried in Vegas: A Zomedie in 3 Acts
When in doubt, add zombies. Think planning for and traveling to a wedding is stressful, crazy, and in some ways a whole lot of fun? Add zombies– it’s only funny until someone loses an arm. Then it’s hilarious.
Tom and Katherine have finally chosen to tie the knot, but she wants to do so in Las Vegas, taking a week or two to drive there and stopping to see the sights on the way. “It’ll be like our Honeymoon, but before the wedding!” Unfortunately, they embark on this journey on the eve of the zombie apocalypse, and so everything goes horribly, horribly wrong.
With legions of undead rising to devour human flesh, a maid of honor who keeps whining about her dress, a gaudy pineapple-flavored wedding cake, and a best man who’s been waiting and planning for the apocalypse since he was 12, what’s a frustrated bride- and groom-to-be to do?
Tune in for the zany, weird ramblings of a cross-country journey, a zombie apocalypse, and some really, really ugly taffeta.