It’s Christmas Night. I hope everyone had a splendid day, filled with everything one could possibly want!
A few bits of news and an observation are what I’ve got for you tonight. The observation comes first: as a writer of zombie fiction, most of the gifts I receive from other people will be zombie related… from now until I die.
News. “Bobby Check” is mutating on me. The characters have started to move the plot in an unexpected direction: alien romance comedy. Excuse me? What?
More news. BSA3 is now 5,800 words long, and the characters have thrown me an asteroid-size curve ball. Charlie is to blame for it. (And she tells me it is in the name of “icky, dramatic good times”.) The irony is that it bends the plot towards one of my early concepts for what would happen after BSAI ( back when the working title for the books was “Man Scythe: Freelance”).
BSA3 might, depending on whether or not I agree with Charlie, end up with “Blood-Soaked and Insane” as a temporary title. Not too sure how I feel about it… Bothers me a little.