And Now A Word About Breathers…
People always ask me, “So what’s your book about?”
And I say, “It’s a dark, existential comedy. A social satire. About zombies.”
That’s usually when they just stare at me. Or laugh. Or say, “Really?”
These are people I meet at parties. People I know from my job. People who have known me for years.
“Really?”
Yes. Really. I’ve written a novel about zombies. I know what happens to the human body when it decomposes. I know that after three weeks, the internal organs turn to chicken soup. I know what when maggots feast on the subcutaneous fat of a bloated corpse, it sounds like Rice Krispies.
These are the thoughts that go through my head when I’m making dinner. Or when I’m baking home made treats for my co-workers.
So if you don’t like zombies, or if you’ve never given them much thought, I invite you to consider what it’s like to be one of the walking undead. After all, eventually we’re all going to die. But only a few of us will be unfortunate enough to have to deal with the emotional fallout of a rapidly digesting pancreas.