The only word I saw was zombies. Since beginners should write about what they know, I thought, well, why not? I’m on a film diet, and my brother has the best book EVER on surviving a zombie attack. Surely that makes me an expert of sorts.
Those thoughts came to my head as I wondered whether to enter the screenwriting competition or not.
Coincidentally, I’d just finished reading about a chimpanzee not being given human rights because he wasn’t a person.
A story started to form. Imagine an apocalyptic zombie attack. Imagine it’s now over. Imagine having to rebuild your life. As a zombie.
I had great fun constructing my post-zombified UK. Human rights were for humans only, but some zombies were more human than others. A group called Helping Undead Members Actively Navigate Society (HUMANS) emerged, fighting to keep all zombies alive. One group member was a wife standing by her zombie ex-scientist husband. Though he’d lost everything else, he recognised her and remained protective of her.
Story in hand, I entered the competition.
Looking back, my script was clunky and, face it, too far-out for a dramatic, romantic tragicomedy . Only I was disappointed not to get any further. But the storytelling bug had bitten me, hard, and refused to let me go.
I’m now sticking to sci-fi and comedy a la Pratchett, Wodehouse and Asimov. In the future, who knows? Armand, thank you for allowing me to guest post, it is a privilege.
I’m writing my family-friendly Twitter novel (eek!) ‘Mirrorverse’
#twittvelmirrorverse and navigating Twitter from the UK. A wannabe bestselling novelist and scriptwriter, I love languages, meerkats, playing the violin and electronic dance music. Website: http://beanielei.blogspot.com Twitter: @beanielei