Here is an excerpt of something I wrote recently:Then I think I went outside and there were zombies. But then we were in the city and there were people walking around and Target was open. I said "Is Target open during the zombie apocalypse?" and another person said "Yeah, didn't you see the news?" Then President Obama came and gave a speech from a second-story window about how he didn't care anymore and his handlers had to eventually come and drag him off. During the speech this homeless guy opened a chest he had on the ground and pulled out a shotgun. I was like "You can't just pull out a shotgun while the president is giving a speech, the secret service will shoot you!" and he gave me a look like he'd just realized this.
FOOLED YOU! That is not from my new novel at all, it is from a dream journal.
I keep thinking of taking this thing over to Tumblr
, but the format there kind of scares me. Also the people. I mean Livejournal has some interesting characters, but I am afraid if I hang around Tumblr too long I will start being like DO SPARKLY SHOES APPROPRIATE VAMPIRES?