So I am at the point where I really need to decide if this is a fantasy war lit piece (hint: it is not), fantasy zombie, or something else I have not discovered yet. Here is what I do know: I am trying to capture this very modern idea of feeling pointless and without value in a world where it is easier to slip away into the wilds of drug abuse than it is to get through a day sober. I’m grateful I don’t have that daily life but I feel it. and it is something I simply cannot avoid addressing in fiction.
Anyway,
I don’t have anything for chapter 9 tonight. I’m trying to get there, so better luck tomorrow with the words in general.