A Zombie and a Serial Killer walk into a bar…

… and the bar tender gives them the old stink eye, saying “Sorry fellas, one of you’s got to get gone. This here be a one theme pub, y’hear?”

This year is running away from me faster than I can keep up with it and very soon it’s going to be November all over again. Now, I am hoping to have the third and final book of my Twyned Earth series finished by then so I need to think about what to write for NaNoWriMo. I’ve got a couple of ideas I’m really keen to write and I just can’t pick between them. So, on the advice of my Twitter writing buds, I’m putting it to a poll.

If you’ve read my Other Projects page, these two will look suspiciously familiar. The question (that is, the question I’m asking you – yes, you!) is which one should I vomit onto my laptop in November?

Option 1 – Desolate

Caitlyn has been living happily in the Cairngorms for the past five years. She has everything that she wants and that she needs. Everything she has is something that she has built or procured herself. She is the epitome of self sufficiency and logical reasoning. Life is good. She barely even notices the zombie apocalypse any more.

However, her odd sort of paradise cannot last forever. As the near extinction of the human race is proving – nothing ever does. When Jake (the first living person she has seen in half a decade) almost gets eaten on her front doorstep, her life of regulation and routine is thrown into chaos and looks like it’s about to get a hell of a lot shorter.

Option 2 – The Deconstructor

This morning Eric warned me that the killer no longer took only female victims. And strangely, I did appreciate his concern. Unfortunately, this news had greater implications for me than my own bodily safety. There was a bigger picture at hand here. The notorious killer, nicknamed ‘The Deconstructor’  by the media, had claimed their first male victim. The profile of the killing matched the others like a carbon copy, with the exception of this one detail. Yes this was worrying because, unlike the media, I knew that I had never killed a man.

The emergence of a copy cat killer leads to a serial murderer reconsidering his way of life. As he begins to ask dangerous questions about his urges and mysterious master, his whole world begins to unravel around him.