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"Well, I suppose wherever you are it's nine minutes past something, so in that sense at least we are all united as one. And on this side of the dateline, it's Friday the 8th of October... Friday! Woo!"

I love Richard Madeley. Why can't he wake me up every morning?

(They're moving start start of Chris Evans' show back half an hour... if that doesn't chase me out of bed, I don't know what will. Urgh.)

Zombie apocalypse!

I had a brainwave last night.

My plot (a) has very strong symbolic ties to the underworld and (b) needed some in-your-face threats to go along with the background stuff of people dying from disease, famine etc. And I already knew we were going to have one ghost, of a minor character who gets murdered early on.

As of last night, I have a whole subtheme of 'the city is being pulled into the Underworld', and while that's fantastic, it does mean... the walking dead. Ghosts, mainly - zombies aren't very Greek - but oh, deary deary me. I'm writing an undead story for NaNo.

I feel so cliched.

(On the other hand, the ghostly/illusory Charon waiting patiently on the Eridanos in the Agora (or possibly somewhere else depending on how big that river was, my research is incomplete... it'd also work in the harbour at Piraeus) is delightfully creepy.