A model of the zombie apocalypse, courtesy of the Young Man of the House.
My son asked me recently if I was planning to write another book. He looked thoughtful when I said yes, and then told me, very seriously, that I should definitely include zombies in this new story.
This isn’t the first time he’s made such a suggestion. Several times while I was writing Over The Edge he’d recommend throwing in a zombie. Or two. Maybe a whole undead army. Just to keep things interesting.
A couple of weeks ago I was at my desk, plotting out some ideas, when he came in to see what I was doing.
“Are you writing the new story?” he asked.
“You’re not writing about a boss in an office again, are you?”
“No, no bosses or offices this time.”
“Is it another romance?”
“There’ll be some romance, yes.”
“Will there be zombies?”
“Er, no. I don’t think so.”
Now his thoughtful look was back as he told me I really should think about including them. And apparently he’d been giving this quite some consideration because he began acting out a whole storyline, complete with actions and sound effects. And actually, it was pretty good. Two warring zombie armies with humans caught in the middle, trying to defend themselves.
“What about the romance?” I asked.
“Zombies don’t love, they’re dead,” he said simply. “But I guess you could make two of them fall in love if you really want to. Oh, and the man zombie should be called Steve.”
A zombie romance. Now there’s a thought.
And though I probably won’t end up writing an epic tale of zombie love in wartime, I’ve told my son that, somehow, I’ll sneak a zombie called Steve into my next book. Maybe one of my characters will play zombie video games. Or watch movies about the undead. Perhaps my heroine will wake screaming from a zombie nightmare?
Oh, the possibilities. It’ll be fun choosing one