I was glancing through my abysmal stats and realized with a dull surprise that I haven’t posted jack-squat in twelve days.
It’s not as if the world hasn’t been providing me with more than enough fodder to ridicule or outlandish news to leave me gob-smacked. The fault is not the world’s, it’s entirely mine. I’ve let life get in the way of writing about life and you, my loyal readers have suffered for it. I apologize.
Installing Vine on my not-so-smart phone certainly hasn’t helped my productivity. I’ve been snacking on 6 second videos which make Tweets from B-list celebrities look like James Michener novels.
I’ve also been on a diet. While hopefully easing my waistline back away from triple digits, it’s been fairly miserable. I don’t how I can possibly be expected to write when my stomach is desperately crying out for food and booze. On one occasion my keyboard started looking like a deluxe assortment of licorice and dark chocolates decorated with letters and numbers.
Then the other day I was knocked out of my stupor. The talented Andrew of Shut Up Dad posted a blog letting us all know he’d published his first e-book. After 1.4 seconds of being impressed and happy for his accomplishment, I moved into a state of seething jealousy. I decided right then that I’m going to get one of my works published (I’m sure someone will do it if I pay them enough).
I’ve been gradually adding to a short story I posted around the holidays which four or five of you might recall reading, called “Christmas Greetings From The Zombie Apocalypse“. As you might gather from the title, it’s a light-hearted romp filled with tender moments and wholesome family values. Actually, it’s not. Feel free to see for yourself.
I was considering trying my hand at presenting CGFTZA as a graphic novel. For those of you in the dark about the format, “graphic novels” may also be referred to as “expensive comic books“. After careful consideration of the graphic novel idea, I had to admit to myself that my drawing style is not really along the lines of the comic book art, or at least not what I would want. More importantly, I draw even slower than I write, so it would likely take decades to accomplish.
So anyway, now I’ve really done it. I’ve promised myself to get something finished and published (e or otherwise) here in this most public of venues. Crap! Now I have to do it.