What to Expect When You’re… Dead, Chapter Nineteen

The Zombie Chronicles

Chapter Nineteen

Shameless Plug

I’m not much of a reader. I never really saw the point of reading a book when they’ll just make a movie about it if it was any good to begin with (or even if it wasn’t worth a…) and I’d save myself umpteen hours that I could be doing something else. Even if the movie was a waste, all I’d lost was a couple of hours at most. Now that’s not such an issue anymore so I downloaded some reading apps and books. I found a cache of free books to try out and even received a free advanced copy of some books coming out next month or so as part of a beta reader program. I figured ‘what the hey’ can’t beat free and sat down to read the first book I’ve willing read since I was a kid. I didn’t stop until the last page. Continue reading


Bloodbourne- Sneak Preview


The master of the house sat behind his antique Carpathian Elm desk with his trusted major domo and officer standing dutifully and silently in the corner behind him. The only witness to a very interesting discussion with his wife.

“Someone has been wiping her memory. Any idea which one of them it could be?” Sir Drake asked arching one thick dark eyebrow.

“How unusual, but why do you ask me such things my love? The boys are your department not mine.”

“I was wondering if one of the girls may be behind this. You know how lively Erzsébet is and irritating her brothers isn’t beneath her. It would be quite the game don’t you think?”

“True, but I don’t believe any of the girls have been in to visit our new pet for any reason. I can inquire of Lana if you’d like?”

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What to Expect When You’re… Dead, Chapter Eighteen

The Zombie Chronicles

Chapter Eighteen

Rights and Wrongs

I don’t usually watch the news. I know there is ton of bad… stuff going on out there, but I don’t want it in my face all the time. Not to mention the fact that many of the stations throw gasoline on the fire just to get higher ratings, but there is a subject that I’ve been watching closely. Even if I do have to play the ‘what’s accurate and what’s spin’ game. So, what has me tuning in to my local and even national rumor mill? My head… and whether I can keep it. Continue reading

What to Expect When You’re… Dead, Chapter Seventeen

The Zombie Chronicles

Chapter Seventeen

Partners in Crime Fighting

I have a side-kick, the zombie has a side-kick. That’s frickin’ hilarious don’t you think? But I’m getting a bit ahead of myself here. In my desperate attempt to kill the boredom I joined the neighborhood watch and even though, as I had said, I was a bit unsure about the whole situation it turned out to be one of the best things I could have done. Continue reading

Soooo Tired

It’s the fourth (or is it the fifth? I’ve lost track,) night in a row that the alarm clock’s bright red numbers mock me and sleep is still nowhere in sight. I’ve officially slipped into the realm of the sleep deprived zombie. I know there was something that I was supposed to be doing, but I can’t for the life of me remember what that was. Oh yeah! Duh, I’m supposed to be writing a blig… I mean blog; I think. 

It’s nice and dark and my eyes are heavy, and the pillow is soft under my head. Just when I start to drift into that blissful realm of unconsciousness… pop! ‘Would the automotive department have a chrome spiral that would work for my project? If I went back through the settings and changed it over to headset mode could I get the speaker to work? How would I go about making homemade swiss rolls?’… and on and on. Before one thought is finished another is there to take its place and my brain has entered that crazy pinball phase.

Now I stare at the screen… hey what does this button do… %$##*&**^%%. Error… Melon… Melon…Redo From Start… Oh! So I’m just going to close my eyes for a second and… crack…(head hits keyboard) Night night.


I stare at that stupid blinking curser line that reminds me; yet again, that I need to write something… anything for my blog, my next book, or whatever. Still my mind is as blank as the white page on my screen; sans blinking curser that is. I think it’s mocking me, but maybe that’s just me. At night when I‘m lying in bed trying to get to sleep, idea after idea wants to bounce through my head like some no-doze pinball machine, but as soon as I bring up my word page to get it down… nada. Ahhhhhh!

I keep telling my husband that I need one of those tee shirts that says, “I can’t brain today, I have the dumb”. Sounds about right some days. Why is it that you can know exactly what it is you need to say to the person on the other end of the phone (that you’ve been on hold for the past 20 minutes waiting for); even practicing what it is you want to say, until they say “Hello?” and then all rational thought goes right out the window and you’re left stumbling around the alphabet trying not to sound too much like a complete moron while discussing your account to the very nice and understanding person waiting on the other end of the line? (Who incidentally is thinking, “Come on get on with it lady, the clock’s running for crying out loud!”)

To all those customer service reps that have helped me over the years when an attack of brain fog has settled in quicker than… *Brain Fog*…. *Stand by*… *rebooting*…. Thank you, customer service reps for your patience and understanding and I’m so sorry for taking up your time tripping over my own tongue. Now if I could only do something about that stupidly annoying, blinking curser line. It’s still mocking me; see there it goes again. Blink… blink… blink… ahhhhhh!