Pens. The lifeline to sanity.
Mind, the whole “mightier than the sword” bit doesn’t usually come into play with zombies. Not unless you get really close, have extremely good aim, and whatever passes for a zombie brain can be put down with one stab. I’d rather not count on being that lucky.
…Or perhaps, under the incredible stress and near-insanity generated by a zpoc, you’ve invented a pen-shooter. Huh. I’d rather use sticks, in that case….
Still, the right pen makes all the difference in the world when you’re trying to hang onto some scraps of sanity. They let you think out loud and save it for later. To-do lists are one subset of this, covered in an earlier post. 😉
And given what the brain tends to do on adrenaline – mostly dump everything you were trying to think about in favor of dealing with the monster trying to eat you – writing stuff down for later is important. You need to make sure you finished watering those seedlings you’d just planted when the outbreak alarm went off!
Oh, speaking of adrenaline – don’t chew on the pen caps. You know that hole in the top? That’s there so an unlucky pen-chewer has a chance of still being able to breathe if they choke on a cap. Read somewhere that saves something like a hundred lives a year. Kind of makes me wonder if we really need a zpoc to do ourselves in….
Anyway, there’s just something satisfying about the right heft and rigidity of the right type of pen in your hand. Makes it easier to think about the writing, not the instrument. Sure, if the zpoc goes on long enough we’ll be back to trimmed feather quills and oak-gall ink, or at least ground iron filings and fountain nibs. I’ll hang onto my Bics, as long as I can.
And yes, I do plan to write, even in the middle of a zombie apocalypse. I doubt I’ll reach NaNo levels of wordcount, but sooner or later a zpoc will be over. And then we’ll want something new to read!
Of course, if the next big genre is alien invasion apocalypses-
Well. One world-ending disaster at a time….