NaNoWriMo 2

I’ve stopped with NaNoWriMo.

It got a bit hard to write. The idea was to write for quantity, not quality, but it’s not as simple as it sounds, since it’s instinct to go back and change things as you write them. Considering how I was given a month to write, I didn’t bother with research and decided to write based on my own experiences, and lots of stuff I figured I’d make up in between. The end result was something similar to my life, but, with zombies and lots of killing. Deciding who lived, who died, and how others reacted to the situation could be construed as a crude list of people I thought deserved to die, along with those who I thought deserved to live etc.

It wasn’t what I wanted.

Maybe I’ll revisit the idea of a novel in a month, but not right now. I thank you all for the support though!

PS: The Blonde guidance counselor was attacked by zombies, but escaped relatively unscathed. She locks herself inside a room, and blasts the music inside to drown out the students outside begging and pleading to be sheltered with her. She survives until the very end, when the doors are barricaded and the school is burned down to contain the spread. The floor above her collapses under the intense heat and she becomes trapped under some rubble. She weeps and she prays. “I’ll be a better person. I’ll stop belittling students. I’ll treat people with respect.” Looking up she sees the broken ceiling tiles and realizes that there is no God, only death. Flames engulf the room as Mozart’s Requiem blares from the speakers. She begins to feel shortness of breath and is soon inhaling more smoke than air. Peace was close, but peace never came. Flames rushed over her body and sucked the last breath from her mouth. She died trying to scream in agony.