Authors Answer 22 – Writing Apocalypse

It’s the end of the world.  Authors have all become zombies, and are no longer writing.  What do we do?  Oh wait, there are still some authors around.  But what are they going to do, stop writing or ignore the undead?  This week’s question is brought to us by H. Anthe Davis.

Zombies_NightoftheLivingDeadQuestion 22: Barring a zombie apocalypse, is there anything that could make you stop writing?

S. R. Carrillo

Absolutely not. Not even if it were detrimental to my health (which, sometimes, I think it may be). I would find a way. I always have.

Tracey Lynn Tobin

I don’t even think a zombie apocalypse could stop me from writing. The truth is that aside from the obvious things like wanting to be read (and hoping that income comes as a result), I mostly write because it’s something I enjoy with all my heart. Even if I were told today that no one would ever read any of it and nothing would ever come of it, I would still write because it makes me happy.

That said, if we’re talking about all possibilities, I suppose going blind would probably make me stop writing. Or if I became so destitute that I couldn’t even afford pens and paper. But I’m gonna go ahead and sincerely hope that neither of those things ever happens.

Paul B. Spence

Do you really think a zombie apocalypse would even slow me down? No, nothing would stop me from writing. I have stories that need to be told. I’ll tell them. I don’t think any true storyteller could ever stop.

H. Anthe Davis

I intend to write until I die of old age, or get smooshed by a car, or whatever ends up happening.  I have also made plans with one of my writer-friends to keep my notes in a shared folder, so that if I do get smooshed by a car, she can finish off some of my storylines.  Since I have a long series in the works, making sure it ends properly is my first concern.  Will I eventually run out of ideas?  ….Doubtful.

Elizabeth Rhodes

Why should a zombie apocalypse stop me?  What else am I going to do when I have downtime in my shelter?  Besides, with the apocalypse being one of my favorite topics for writing, it’s perfect for subject material.

Jean Davis

The only thing that has ever made me totally stop writing was having babies. I have a hard time being creative in any manner when I’m utterly exhausted and there’s another being that utterly reliant on me for survival. Asking someone to watch them while I was off doing my own thing led to guilt, and while exhausted, that just led to depression, and that is not a good place to be in. Once those beings were in a mobile and even remote state to provide for themselves, I was back at the computer, even if that meant blocking out twenty screaming kids so I could write for ten minutes between them crying because they got hit in the head in the McDonald’s ball pit.

Amy Morris-Jones

I’ve actually tried to stop a few times—mostly because of time issues and guilt. It’s hard to be a parent and a writer, I’ve decided, since writing takes me away from my kids at times. However, I’ve never succeeded for long. I may stay away from my writing projects for a few days or even a few weeks, but I swear they call to me. I find myself obsessed with some idea, and the next thing I know, I’m writing again. So, I guess my answer to the initial question is I doubt anything could make me stop writing.

D. T. Nova

Completely with no chance of starting back? I don’t think so. Well, maybe if I totally lost my ability to focus, or lost my hands or something.

Caren Rich

Too many things could make me stop writing. Seriously sick children, my husband losing his job, a massive hurricane.  I have the time to write because everything else is OK. I don’t treat it as my job, I should but I don’t.  I do it because I want to and I enjoy it. I write in small bits of time between work, school, and family obligations. If one of those responsibilities is thrown out of whack, writing is put on hold. If you are talking about a permanent stop….death.

Linda G. Hill

Honestly, I think I’d write through a zombie apocalypse. In fact I’d make sure to give the zombies a pen along with my brain so I still wouldn’t have to stop. But in all seriousness, the only thing that could stop me from writing would be if something happened to my kids. They are the only thing in my life that’s more important than writing.

Jay Dee Archer

Would zombies even stop me?  Well, I need an audience, so I would hope we’d win the war against the zombies and repopulate the world, then I’d have many books to publish.

But really, I’ve been rather slow at writing while I have little privacy at home.  But it doesn’t stop me from writing.  If I lost my hands or the use of my hands, I’d probably dictate.  If I could only move my eyes, I’d do what Stephen Hawking does.  I think the only way I’d stop writing is death.

How about you?

What would stop you from writing?  Would anything stop you?  Let us know in the comments below.


The Carpenter

Moving on the letter C, here’s the third part of the A to Z Challenge.

The Carpenter


New Athens

Fifteenth day, third month, first year after colonisation, Ariadne Era (3/15/01 AE)


Cameron stopped his work fitting the joint on the house. “What’s up, Sam?”

The tall supervisor strode across the construction site holding a block of wood. “Check this out. I swear you’ve never seen wood like this.”

Sam tossed the wood to Cam. The block slipped out of his hand and landed with a thud on the ground. “That’s heavy. What is this?”

“Heard about the big tree they found a few days ago?”

“Yeah. This is it?” said Cam. He picked up the wood and tested the weight. “Feels like concrete, not wood.”

“See what you can do with it. Nails, chisels, saws. They had to use a laser cutter to get this piece.”

“You’re not kidding, are you?” he said eyeing the wood. “Okay, I’ll see if it’s usable.”

Cam picked up the nail gun with his gloved hands. He positioned the gun vertically and pulled the trigger. A cloud of dust accompanied the crack of the gun. He pulled the gun away and saw a blunt nail sitting against the block of wood.

“This is harder than concrete. This would go through concrete.”

“See? This wood is harder than anything I’ve seen, except maybe diamond,” said Sam.

“I’ll give the chisel a go.” He pulled off his gloves and took the chisel and hammer from his tool belt. He tapped the chisel and it slid along the wood. No marks. He hit the chisel harder. He shouted in pain as his hand punched the wood and the hammer pounded his thumb.

“I guess this isn’t very usable,” said Sam.

Chisel and Wood