what’s holding up her face? nothing but blue skies

she/her | 30s | tired

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currently writing a monster of a marauders era zombie au (heh) called a song for the end of the world. it's a tale of resistance, found family, and what it means to be human.

ty for the tag @barkingatthemooninsteadofwriting my dear!

three good things that have happened or things to look forward to:

have one last cottage weekend of the season coming up soon. solid number of cottage trips with friends this summer, happy about that. <3

feeling quite fulfilled both creatively and socially lately and it’s because i have been more open with the people in my life, only to be met with kindness and support. groundbreaking stuff!! (especially considering i am literally writing a story that explores the theme of letting people know you, but alas, these things are not so easy in real life).

i am looking forward to taking my kid and my partner and my parents to montreal in september for a little long weekend trip. i need to put together un petit itineraire.

love how we’re getting loose with the tag name haha thanks for the tag @astralsunshine!

VERY rough snip from chapter 41 (!!!) of zombie fic:

Day 3

Mam packed my notebook for me, so I suppose I had better use it. 

How can they be gone? 

This can't be real. Maybe if I write it down it will make it real. 

Hope Enid Lupin, née Howell

Lyall John Lupin

Day 4

Hungry. Fucked. Probably going to die any day now. Back fucked from sleeping in the Rover. 

What am I going to do?

Everything is too loud. Sounds. Smells. Taste. I haven't turned into one of them but I'm not the same as I was. 

Day 5

Got mugged. Mugger looked me in the eyes like he'd seen a zombie. Took the Rover and left me for dead. 

In a public toilet now. At least it locks from the inside. No water left in the taps. 

Saw my reflection. My eyes look like theirs. No wonder he ran. 

Day 7

Hungry. Missing everybody. 

Day 10

Found a car with almost a full tank of petrol. Finally, some luck. Dunno where I'll go but suppose I'll go North. 

Day 13

Out of petrol. The first station I found was overrun with zombies. Can't sit in one place for too long or they find you. 

Day 14

Fewer zombies outside of the cities but fewer cars. Walked all day. Could have sworn I heard Mam saying my name. Must be losing it. 

Day 18

Nearly fucking died fucking shit fuck fucking zombies FUCK!!!!!!

Day 20

Need a plan or I'm going to die. Fact. Too scared to die, so something needs to be done.

Day 25

Pissing rain all week. Came upon a medieval tower while walking through the country. Think I'm somewhere in the Peak District. Old limestone or maybe sandstone, one wall half caved in, but the sunlight hit the top of the tower and split at its point like the beams of a lighthouse. Took that as a sign to camp there.