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3K Down, and No Ending in Sight!   2 comments

Zombie Love Forever

Image by Walt Jabsco via Flickr

Writing during the week is difficult. By the time I get home, get kids, get everyone fed and washed and asleep, there isn’t much drive left. On the weekends, however, even with kids, I get a nice little gap of time to write. Naptime is my time, and I squeeze as much as I can out of it. Today, that squeeze got me over 3ooo words, and 6 pages. I don’t think I’ll have a whole novel at the end of the month, and I haven’t even touched the project I went into NaNo with the first week, but progress has been made, and I’m grateful for the push into longer projects.

Today I introduced new love interests for both of the main characters, creating two separate love triangles. Oooo, tensiony, right? I mean, especially considering two of the four people involved are zombies??? Jane has a best friend as well,  and her favorite pizza is Hawaiian barbecue chicken. The back story is just about wrapped up, and a lot of the action is going to pick up very, very soon. Considering I myself don’t have a clue as to where it all ends, I’m pretty pumped.

Alas, tomorrow the project goes on  the back burner, as I will be in NYC at the Bowery Poetry Club at 4 pm doing a reading. If you’re in the neighborhood, you can come. If you aren’t, you can watch it live. Find more here: http://www.bowerypoetry.com/#Event/85825

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Niteblade   Leave a comment

http://www.niteblade.com/september-2010/2010/09/dreaming-in-msg/

Niteblade is an online and print journal of sci-fi, horror, and fantasy writing. They recently published my horrific poem Dreaming in MSG, based on a gastronomic nightmare. I often keep a dream journal, jotting down what I remember from the night before, and attempt to work it into my writing. This was a particularly gruesome dream, in which a dish of food transforms itself into a drowned mother rat and her unborn babies. I’m not a dream expert, but I have a feeling the dream was caused more from doubts on my own abilities as a mother, and not really about food at all, but the image was burned into my head for the whole rest of the day, until I took my notes from the morning and fashioned them into this poem.

I don’t think of myself as a genre writer, but it does seem like the things I write that do fit a particular niche, such as this poem, are easier to find a home for. The print version of Niteblade is well worth buying a copy, or subscription, with fantastic hand drawn illustrations. I highly recommend doing your part to support small presses, and ordering a copy today.

Think about your own dreams. Does one in particular stand out in your memory? Do you have a recurring dream that won’t seem to leave you alone? Take some time out of your day today to write it down.