I received word last night that my story--well, more of a recipe--was accepted by the editor of A Moron's Survival Guide to the Inevitable Zombocalypse Anthology. I couldn't resist submitting something. Seduced again by the ludicrous. First bacon, now morons. I have a weak spot for both, you see, and zombies: don't get me started. I've now placed/published/will have published a trifecta of funny tales with the undead as subject.
Ahhhh, when I give my Noble Prize for Literature speech I'll reflect tenderly on the zombie- phase of my writing journey.
It's hard to switch "writer's tone" and "voice" gears without grinding them. Gonzo to gloomy ain't easy.
"Ubiquitous Ink", my somber tale, simmers. It will be completed by the end of this month come hell or high water . . . hear that muse!? . . . muse? . . . so if I disappear for awhile, mates, it's because I'll be covered in ink.