I know the title to this post isn't technically correct.
Zombie's don't actually have zombie brains, at least I don't think they do. They want to eat live brains, right? I must confess I'm not entirely up to date on the Zombie Rulebook.
However, as I write this post I am suffering from a case of Zombie Brain. At my house it's a regular and reoccuring affliction that presents in a multitude of ways.
Right now it's presenting as a small boy screaming from his bedroom, "You promised, YOU promised, YOU PROMISED you'd help me build this Lego set."
If my current case of Zombie Brain was serious, I might lock myself in the bathroom and pretend not to hear the screams of perceived injustice. Since today's case is mild I first explained that promising to help and DROPPING EVERYTHING to help are two different things...then I locked myself in the bathroom.
That's parental Zombie Brain, but I really wanted to talk about writer's Zombie Brain.
There have been days when I've written thousands of words which have Persephone, the heroine of both Losing Beauty and Losing Hope (to be released at the end of this month) engaging in grocery shopping.
"Persey looked at the apples piled in geometrical patterns. Should she buy Granny Smith or Honey Crisp? She leaned over and breathed in the scent of Autumn trips to pumpkin patches while trying to ignore the creaking wheel of her shopping cart."
See, classic Zombie Brain writing, which is another way of saying I didn't know what to write about that day, which is another way of saying writer's block.
If your mind is paralyzed, stopped dead in its tracks by a bad case of Zombie Brain, it's not such a bad thing to write about the mundane details of your MC's life.
At least you're writing.
And the best news about Zombie Brain is it's easily treated. Reread, highlight, delete and those boring, irrelevant passages are excised as though they never existed.
Now, if only I could come up with a quick and easy fix for parental Zombie Brain that didn't require a door with a working lock.