Zombies


                I have embarked on a journey. It is a journey that I have been longing to take. I have tried more than once to write a book. I have, obviously, yet to succeed. I think the biggest problem is having difficulty focusing on one project. I may have found the solution.

                Those of you who really know me already know I have always loved horror movies. I have particularly had a special place in my heart for the zombie movies. I embrace that. The funny thing is that when I was in high school, I would avoid zombies. Not out of fear. Not out of a dislike for them. The reason I avoided them was because I knew that once I started, I wouldn’t stop. I knew I was in for at least a good two weeks of not wanting to, or being able to, watch anything else. I blame George Romero. And Sony. Romero for making what I consider to be the best zombie movies. And Sony, for starting the whole Resident Evil franchise. I have spent loads of money and countless hours engrossed in watching/killing undead hordes.

                One of the birthday presents I received this year was something that I never knew I wanted. It was a statue of William Shakespeare. As a zombie. And it serves to illustrate my journey. It will be a combination of my two favorite things (aside from my wife and daughter)- writing and zombies. Why did it take so long to figure out?

                Over time, I have been hit with inspiration from time to time. But, I was never able to complete a book. Occasional short stories, such as the ones I’ve posted here were the longest that I could ever complete. I would have a great idea for a story, get going really good, and then hit a wall. I realized that I had nothing. No idea where the story was going. Then it hit me.

                Zombies. That’s the answer. I am currently crafting a story involving the undead brain-eaters. Though, that is not what the story is really about. As with all the best zombie stories, they are used more as a metaphor, a way to express a point-of-view or a commentary on modern society. That is all I am going to say for now. I hope you look forward to the finished product as much as I do.

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