How, you ask?
I’m extremely excited about this cover, as well as the revisions I’m making to the original book (released by Ravenous Romance as an eBook titled Ashley Drake, Zombie Hunter: A Plague on All House). I think fans of the original will be happy with the new version and that it will attract a wider readership as well.
So… happy author! Continue reading
Latest fostering epidemic … er … adventure leaves us now with Evaki (mom cat) and Toltec, her son. Buddha is from a different litter and has kept Toltec company after his siblings went off to their new homes. We said “no” to fostering for a while… and will say “no” again when this batch is gone. But I never regret the time spent with each and every foster cat and kitten that makes its way from death’s door to our house to a permanent home. Just requires getting used to little ladders of kitten scratches up and down legs and arms (they do like to climb) and realizing a certain amount of writing time does get sucked away by the Ultimate Cute of Kittens.
Okay, I have posted again after another hiatus caused by brain fog. Hopefully (sorry, Mom, but it’s a word now and not nearly as bad as some of the ones Sarah Palin uses) I will be able to find my steady rhythm again.
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I remember when I was one of a relatively small fringe group of people who actually put some thought into what I’d do if the dead came back to life and started eating the living. I had plans for fortifying my house, where to go if that failed, what my weapon of choice would be, and other assorted details. Anytime I went anywhere, I would note the locations of possible exits and entrances, raw materials for boarding up windows/doors, and surrounding terrain to check for escape routes. Sure, people thought I was weird, but it was fun. And there were just enough other like minded zombacolypse obsessed folks out there that I didn’t feel lonely. More like part of a small, select club but instead of secret handshake, we all knew the only way to put down a zombie was to shoot it in the head.
Nowadays you can’t turn around without running into zombie savvy civilians. While they’re not exactly the new vampire (zombies do NOT sparkle), zombies have taken over publishing, movies, television and pop culture as relentlessly as they’ve overrun farmhouses and malls in George Romero’s films. Even the CDC has gotten into the rotting, shambling spirit of things.
On one hand, this makes me happy as there is a potentially unlimited supply of books and movies for me to enjoy. And no, I don’t think zombies have ‘jumped the shark’ in terms of overstaying their welcome. Diehards like me (pun really not intended, but acknowledged) will never get tired of them as long as at least a percentage of the new material is good. True, there’s a lot of shite out there, but even that can be fun if you’re … well, if you’re kind of weird like me. I hope to add to the list of good books out there with my Ashley Parker series so I’m not in any hurry to see zombies leave the spotlight any time soon.
But I admit I kind of liked being part of that small, select club who knew what I meant when I said, “They’re dead. They’re all messed up.” Or “Shoot ’em in the head. It’s the only way to be sure.”
I’m not entirely sure why a cat up on its hind legs makes it a zombie cat, but I’ll go with it.This picture made me smile because Brian and I used to have a cat named Asmodeus (which was shortened to Asmos, Asmo-Bop and Shmoo, depending on … well, who knows?) who loved his butter pecan ice cream. He didn’t want it out of the bowl, though. No, he had his very own spoon and an enabling daddy who’d sit there patiently and feed Shmoo spoonfuls in between his own bites of ice-cream. Pretty damn cute.
And people say cats don’t have unique personalities…
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