Siren Unleashed is up for pre-sale at Bookstrand! It's coming out on October 26th. For those of you who prefer to wait for Amazon, it should be sometime around November 27th. Here's the link!
Now for something a little different. I tend to only blog about my work, but this blog is a little different. It's mine and only mine and I really, honestly think there are about like eight of you reading it so I'm going to start blogging about anything I find interesting.
So it's almost Halloween and this is the time of year my thoughts turn to all things scary. I adore horror films. Not the serial killer kind because I am way, way too paranoid to handle that. I firmly believe that serial killers are probably everywhere and yes, I carry pepper spray and a bear horn with me when I go for a walk because I fear my dog will just lick the serial killer to death.
No serial killers for me. But ghosts and zombies - oh, yes. This particular Halloween I've been focusing on zombies and post-Apocolytic thrillers and I've come up with some questions. I'm addicted to Walking Dead and I started watching this BBC show called Survivors. Like many post-Apocolptic movies and books these two both have the requisite scene where the survivors have to wade through a massive traffic jam and all the dead bodies in cars. Most of these films start with a virus that blazes through the population.
So wait. Isn't there something wrong with this scenario?
When I get sick my first thought isn't hey, I'm going to go get in my car and drive around until I die. I get in bed when I have a head cold, much less a flu that sets out to kill me. I don't think - hey, if I just drive around and around until I hit a whole bunch of other cars, everything will be all right. And everyone in the cars is like dressed and shit. I get the deadliest flu in the history of mankind and I'm not going down in a business suit. Hell no. This girl is going out in a comfy pair of PJ pants, a tank top and no bra. I mean, I'll be all gross and dead so I don't really care that my boobs sag.
It makes me wonder if the Black Plague was different than we imagine. Maybe what really happened was massive wagon jams. I can see the poor survivors trying to get around a gnarled mess of donkey carts and carriages with well dressed corpses still holding on to their parchments and tapestries because everyone knows that when your lungs are collapsing, it's important to finish up that tapestry of St. George.
Not that any of this will make me stop watching. Oh, no. It just proves that the scariest thing in the world isn't a plague or zombies.
Yes, I can buy that.