One of the life eaters (whose label I'm going to have to change because I somehow forgot about the Harry Potter Death-Eaters--which are not the same thing) just ate his human sister's arm and now she is about to turn into a life eater, too. (They're kinda like zombies, because I couldn't think of anything else in "character" that acted more or less like cancer.) I didn't think that was going to happen. I thought . . . well, I thought other things were going to happen. This half-eaten sister happened to be one of the characters from whose perspective I was telling this NaNoWriMo tale, so now I am about to be telling part of the story from the point of view of a monster. Or cancer. Which is the same thing.
If I succeed, I might actually be a good writer. Or crazy. But good writers often are, I've heard . . .
2 comments:
It is very interesting for me to read this blog. Thanx for it. I like such topics and anything that is connected to them. I would like to read more soon.
Interesting stuff. It's always so interesting to suddenly get a view into the world we've seen as other, alien, or evil.
My own symbolic association for cancer has always been like this out-of-control captialist consumer, spending and spending and spending and never getting satisfied.
But that's probably because I'm secretly a pinko commie... and it doesn't sound if the capitalist thing quite works in the world you've created.
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