So my 12 year old daughter and I took a walk the other day, and she was telling me about this dream she had. In her defence she is watching the walking dead, and I do not believe in censorship of fictive shows or movies.
Well my daughter told me about this dream which went something like this; it was the zombie apocalypse and the main person was an android, but didn’t know it himself. He only found out because he was bit by a zombie.
I think this is a GREAT idea to work from! I asked her if I could borrow her idea to write it, and she was a little surprised that I thought her dream sounded like something that could be a story. They know I write, but never read anything I made. In the end she told me that I could have her idea, but only one person could survive.
Have I told you that I love the way her mind works?
I know I had not planned on working on a zombie story, but I simply has to write this.
I often write about things that I do not understand, I take great pride in investigating places in the human psyche that I simply cannot relate to. The trick which I personally finde is a drive for my inspiration is to both make my story believable and also to portray the subject matter neutrally.
Reading a story like this one tho makes me take three steps back in amazement, it blows my mind that people can live with a dead baby in a swing, and this baby has apparently been dead for over a week when the police was called. And also these people had other children in this apartment.
One wonders – so would they pretend the baby was alive? would they forget it was there? I mean one thing is that they ignore this child long enough for it to die in a swing, but to just leave it in the swing is even more crazy somehow. I don’t for a second think you can forget that you got a dead baby in your apartment, I mean it must have taken time for it to die, and also it gotta smell eventually. And what about the other kids, wouldn’t they have said something? pointed something out?
Sadly the article and the news article linked to from there, is scarce with information – so it just leaves us to speculate.
It’s not that I personally understand how you can do something like this to your child, but stories pop up like this all the time, so some people is clearly able to not only have a nurturing, empathic bone in their body. I would say that it must be drug related, since they can forget their baby for over a week, but what about the other kids? – Some articles say ‘kids’ and some say they had a 4 year old girl. As I said, the actual information is not very valid.
It does fascinate me that a person, a mother none the less, can have this amount of disregard for a human life, and her own child.
So as I said in the video I did go to the local thrift store but found nothing. I am also still waiting for the microphone and wanted to wait for it to arrive before I made a new video, it should arrive this week.
It also turned out to be a huge process to move all my oldest daughters shit out of the bedroom, and I have to wait for my husband to bring home a stick for the paint roller, cause I can’t reach the ceiling otherwise, and it makes no sense what so ever to paint the walls but not the ceiling (pretty overdo too, I haven’t painted the ceiling for the 11 years we lived here).
I have a couple of minor projects that I wanted to talk about in regards to the room makeover, but mostly that i have a kid free “date” Friday, with some old friends at this huge ass market with both new stuff and old stuff, and most importantly – beer. I do hope i can find something cool for the bedroom there though.
I have some books I read and stuff but I decided that it was not worth to make a video with, so I reckon the next video will be up sometime next week. =)
The link to the actual post is here: https://artemisiavulgaris.wordpress.com/2015/05/26/and-none-for-the-little-boy-%E2%80%A8who-cries-down-the-lane/