Kage Baker used to go on mad, deep, writing jags. Those were the times she seldom spoke, unless to request a Coke or ask me what I though about a new passage. She was in the zone, her zone anyway, and the world outside it had effectively ceased to exist.
I know the world is there – and you, Dear Readers! – but I am in the desperate throes of writing. All I can manage tonight is this placeholder blog. More tomorrow, including some new bits\, I hope.
Des anyone remember if I ever posted any of my Zombie Story? My mind is so full of new ideas, I can’t remember f I did or not. Anyone who knows, please let me know.
Until tomorrow, Dear Readers.
No zombies that I recall, nor moombies or other eldritch horrors. Terrify is as you will.
The scariest thing about Zombie Story is that I have been writing it in bits and pieces: the version, at this point, is a bit of a Frankenstein’s creature, portions crammed together in a way that made sense last night at 1:30 …