As an unapologetic entrepreneur and capitalist I’ve been distracted from my passion of creating new interactive fiction thanks to the acquisition of a new company that’s been keeping me plenty busy the last few months.
Please put down your judge’s gavel and understand that reinventing a company, optimizing its processes, hiring a small army of new staff and revamping the entire marketing process is not a simple, swift process.
But it’s done. And away we go.
Last night’s episode of Walking Dead lit a fire under my ass to get back to writing and tell stories that inspire people, make them think and perhaps even see the world around them in a whole new way.
Without shocking the shit out of them.
Walking Dead fans please take note — there are major spoilers ahead so if you didn’t see The Grove yet then come back to this blog and share a good cry with me after you’ve seen this episode.
Lizzie feeds a mouse to a crippled walker that, er, can’t walk. I can understand the sympathy aspect. Kids can’t fully understand what we adults do. Maybe they shouldn’t and perhaps we should adopt some more child-like views of the world. Like the power of play (I’ll get to that in a future blog post when I review Play It Away. I’ve been busy but not too busy to the point where I couldn’t read new books…)
Lizzie kills her little sister Mika in cold blood. Clearly, Lizzie suffered from mental illness and the signs were there all along.
(I’m using the past tense for a reason. Just follow along with me.)
These mental illness symptoms came out and were as clear as day to see. Carol and Tyresse either could not or would not see there was something very wrong with Lizzie.
And when they were shocked out of their stupor by Lizzie killing Mika what was their response?
The set up of the scene and the dialog between Lizzie and Carol had me on the verge of crying. I knew what was coming and I couldn’t believe it.
It’s seldom to never that TV makes me upset to the brink of tears. That’s what happened last night.
There were at least a hundred different ways the writers of the Walking Dead could have handled this.
As a writer myself I’ll propose just one that occurred to me at that moment.
Tyresse and Carol were seriously discussing staying in that comfy home situated in that comfy town.
Why not lock up Lizzie in a basement or other room and secure her such that she couldn’t harm herself or anyone else? Why not bring her meals and talk with her about her issues and work through them in a safe environment?
Result? Sweet little Mika would still be alive, Lizzie would get at least a small dose of the help she needed and the audience would be treated to a sub-drama as intricate as any other seen on Walking Dead up until now without unnecessary violence, death and traumatic drama.
I’ll push the sequence of events back a few frames to just before Mika’s dead body was discovered. Lizzie clearly had problems; all the signs were there. Why did Carol and Tyresse leave Lizzie alone with Mika in the first place?
I give the writers of Walking Dead a few points for writing a captivating script and creating riveting television.
At the same time I deduct a couple of thousand points for not being creative in a more constructive way to the benefit of society.
Well done and very poorly done all at once.
Pardon the BSP but my horror fiction book The First Mile did a much better job of scaring the crap out of people without offending them more than absolutely necessary.
Some lines should never be crossed. Last night’s episode of Walking Dead did exactly that.
What’s the worst part? Once the genie is out of the bottle there’s no getting it back in.