NaNoWriMo: The Bastardized Version

For those of you in the know, NaNoWriMo (also known as National Novel Writing Month) is an annual novel writing project, held in November, that "brings together professional and amateur writers from all over the world." The concept is simple - if difficult - enough: write a novel in a month.

I've supposed to have joined, what, seven times now? Eight? (Good god, has it been that long?) but, true to form, I always completely fail to even write a title on the ubiquitous, glaring white of the empty Microsoft Word doc. Whoops.

Course, also true to form, when I finally decide to do it, I decide to do it off season, when no one else is even contemplating such insanity, and I embrace it wholeheartedly, telling anyone who will listen just how amazing I am and how amazing my book is going to be, and so on and so forth. And it will be! Just take it from me. I know things.

Also, it's about zombies. Obviously.

So, long story short (har har), August is my NaNoWriMo. Weekends are free for alls, and my work schedule for the month is 12pm-9pm; I'll be going into the city with Tyler for his 9am-normal shift, and I'll spend those three hours banging away on my laptop in the Barnes & Noble in the Pru.

Bring it.

28 Days (of Christmas) Later

So my friend Kristyn was bit (yes, bit) at work the other day, by a particularly overzealous student at the school she works at, and I'm rather concerned that she's going to turn into a zombie. I'm pretty much an expert on the subject (in the event of an uprising, I've seen all of the relevant zombie movies and have read The Zombie Survival Guide front-to-back on several occassions) but I think maybe all of you should take a look at this bite and bruise and let me know what you think. Just in case. 

And the bite mark at the center of it is conveniently pointed out by the lovely arrow I drew in Paint. God, I'm a genius.