I’ve always been a pantser when it comes to writing, but I’m trying to go in with a pretty solid idea of where I want to go with the story. In all honesty I wasn’t planning on doing Camp nano, but I’m not playing video games for three weeks straight. Not to mention, I love my mother, but three weeks with her is going to get boring after awhile. And my brother-in-law wants to talk about the pandemic and frankly, I’m at a place where I need to remove myself from those conversations.
I have a coworker on my line who spent two weeks telling me that six years ago she did all of this pandemic research and how prepared she is for everything, even a nuclear or radioactive apocalypse, and I am sick of talking about pandemics.
I have another co-worker on another line who has come to wear the most ridiculous outfit. On top of the standard PPE for our work in a glass area, he brought a gas mask, swimming goggles, a hazmat suit that apparently has no hood on it (and he doesn’t wear it during the full shift so I don’t know how that’s going to save him from the virus, let alone, if he’s wearing the same suit every day, it’s self defeating), and he wears a trash bag over the parts of his head not covered by the googles and the breathing apparatus.
People have arrived at the hight of absurdity, to the point where it creates needless panic and fear. Our cleaning ladies have also gotten slightly freaked out by Hazmat guy.
I want to incorporate a lot of the experiences I’ve gone through, the people I work with, but I don’t want it to be so obvious that if this ever got published someone would recognize I made a character of them and proceeded to portray them in a way they might find offensive (or even get upset that I included them at all).
I’m sure I’ll figure it out. I have until next Wednesday to have that stuff locked into place.