Sometime in the fairly recent past (time is a jumble to me because of the SHEER MADNESS that was graduate school), I wrote a couple of blog posts for my writing pal, A.L. Brown. They are linked below. Click them. Read them. Love them. Send me virtual lemon bars as a reward. Call off the demon assassins you summoned to attack me for not posting frequently enough. Or ignore them.
See it I care. (I *DO* care! Don’t abandon me!)
On That New, Undead Fad: Zombies, a brief-ish post that tries to answer the age old question: why in the name of all that is good would anyone write about such rotten people (pun very much intended)? Also, I love zombie movies, but when I state in this post that “I really like… Survival of the Dead,” the fairly recent George Romero flick, what I really mean is *coughitsuckedcough* I found the premise slightly intriguing.
When the Action Fades: What We Write About When “Nothing” Is Happening. The title is pretty much self explanatory (almost wrote examinatory, which would change the entire arc of that post). I think it’s chock full of my own slightly demented brand of dry humor, and not at all as boring as the title might make it sound. But don’t take my word for it [cue Reading Rainbow montage].
**This post goes well with ice-cream. Or wine. I suggest wine. Merlot, to be exact. Mmmm. Merlot.