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[1/365]: Today is Day 1. Which means a fresh start for me, a fresh start for this blog, and maybe a fresh start for you too.

Today, I begin an experiment– a new challenge. I’m going to do something that I’ve never done before. That I’ve never tried before. That I’ve never even contemplated before.

I’m going to write every day for 365 days.

I’m not going to decide WHAT to write, HOW to write, WHEN to write, or WHERE to write. I’m just going to make time every single day to write something and post it here.

Because I don’t know if I’m really a writer or just a physicist who likes to play with words. I don’t know if I’m passionate about writing or just passionate about torturing myself with the idea of being a writer. I don’t know if my writing is awesome, mediocre, or just plain sucks. I don’t know if writing is a prison or a way to set myself free.

And I intend to find out.

So, each day I’m going to find a writing prompt somewhere. Described in a book, on a website, inside a class, or from a total stranger. I might find it in the news or in the bathroom. I’ll be looking for a reason to write from just about anywhere.

But I’m going to find it, post it, and then write something, anything. I might write 15 words or 1500 words, but I promise to write something. And I’m hoping I’ll discover if I’m really a writer along the way. If you play along, you might discover something important too.

Fill In The Blank: Seven days ago _______________. Now, nobody will talk to me.

The Pocket Muse by Monica Wood

Seven days ago, I gave up eating  brains.  Now, nobody will talk to me.  I decided I was tired of being your everyday zombie and I needed to get the hell out of dodge.  My sister Aaaghala, says I’m just being silly.  “There aren’t any vegetarian Zombies!” She told me.  You’re just going to make yourself suffer for no reason.

But I can’t help it.  I never really did like the taste of brains, or even the juiciest part of the leg bone.  I once got my teeth on a tasty hand, but I sucked those fingertips dry of meat in minutes.  From the first day that my brain started to boil and my zombie master took me in, the hunger has never left me.  But I find it very difficult to savor my food.  Besides, nobody bothers to cook anymore.  As soon as the moon comes up, it’s rush, rush, rush our of hiding.  Find the closest body with a beating heart and kill it.

I miss spices, like cinnamon or basil.  Or I think I miss spices, since it’s hard to remember things now.  Most of the time, my head just seems all filled with hot gooey spaghetti.  I just hope that one of my new zombie family members don’t grab my brains by mistake.  We lost Josie that way, and I sure do miss her.  She always had the best corny jokes.  She once told me that the best way to find a lost rabbit was to make noises like a carrot.  I don’t even know what the hell that means.

Anyway, I figure if I give up eating brains, I can focus on trying out more flavorful things.  I’m not giving up blood and guts or anything, but I just can’t bring myself to kill any more humans.  They’re so noisy.  They scream and run and try to shoot me with things.  The last one nearly pulled my dangling eye out of it’s socked.  I can’t see out of that one anyway.  I had to stick a pitchfork into her and then she just thrashed about.  Really, they are just so annoying to kill.

I can’t even remember being one of those crazy people.  Thank god for the apocalypse.  I’m still going vegetarian though.  Who knows, maybe it’ll help me get rid of all that extra weight I’ve put on, since part of my intestines fell out.  I haven’t been able to keep a decent six pack for over a month.  Luckily, my new zombie boyfriend doesn’t notice.   I think it’s funny since I can’t feel a damn thing below my waist and he keeps trying to get hot and heavy.  Then he gives me a cigarette and asks if it was good for me.  Dude, we’re the walking dead, it wasn’t good for either of us.

He’s not too happy about my vegetarian leanings, but I figure he doesn’t have a leg to stand on.  Because somebody pulled it off last week.

Maybe one day the master will tell us all why we’re here or what we’re doing, but for now, I’m happy to take the leftovers and leave the screaming kiddies to the rest of my zombie family.  I say happy hunting to all you apocalypse survivors.

What did the vegetarian say when turned into a zombie? — Graaiiiinnnnss!!  GRAAAAAAAIIIIIINNNNS!!!

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