I haven’t been keeping up with this blog lately. My excuse is that Greg and I are working hard on Global Swarming. Of course, that isn’t true. Greg is drinking a lot and working on his other books. I’m being beaten into submission by my job. I’m also trying to set the world’s record for the most sinus/migraine headaches in a thirty-day period.
But we have made progress with the zombies, despite our loafing. Twenty-four chapters completed and we’re nearing 40,000 words. I’m excited by where the book is going. It’s funny, gory and has several memorable characters. Greg’s a genius at plotting, so I don’t have to think too hard. Hopefully, we’ll be finished in a month.
Yesterday, I ran into my nephew at the bookstore. Ryan and his wife Brooke once illustrated another book I wrote. He’s also a filmmaker and has written an excellent screenplay about zombies. I asked if he would come outside with me so I could talk to him about doing the cover art for Global Swarming. I’m proud to say I smoked two cigarettes and discussed the book for fifteen minutes. ON THE CLOCK!
During that time Ryan leaned into his vehicle and his low-cut, baggy jeans revealed something peculiar. He has no butt crack!
I asked him if he knew it was missing and he reminded me of some surgery he had while in the Army. My tax dollars at work. Be all you can be – just be that person without a butt crack.
Brooke tells people he had his tail removed.
I used to change Ryan’s diapers, so I demanded he pull down his pants right there in the parking lot. I wanted to get a good look at this medical marvel. He refused to comply. Obviously, I’m going to have to sneak up behind him and pants him one of these days. That’s not weird, right?