Not much of a report tonight, but when it comes to writing in a post-apocalyptic world, it feels like each sentence I put down commits to a rule in this world that I’ve just invented, and from that point on it will be necessary to adhere to that world as belonging to this invented world. It is the bedrock of world-building, which is both thrilling and intimidating at the same time: it’s great fun to create and invent, but it’s also hard as it needs to be both accurate and realistic. The key is to have believable, alive characters who can exist in the world, and then they can just act and react in it and the rules will create themselves.
It’s getting off to kind of a slow start at first, but I’m sure things will speed up and become more comfortable once the characters are all well settled (knowing what they’re doing and why they’re there).
Looking forward to what the future holds for them . . .
A person from the old world would’ve noticed the lack of ambient lighting, for the simple reason that there was no lighting, except for the sunlight streaming through the windows. There was still electricity on the Rock, it was just severely restricted and limited to necessities. The cooking and preparing of food was one of those; the lowering of the temperature of drinking water for the customer however was not.