I'm on Team Marlow
I’m making no comment on Stephenie Meyer’s writing talent with this next statement, but I have to say I hate Twilight. And I do so for one reason. Meyer has turned vampires into mamby-pamby runway models. They sparkle in the sun. Sparkle! Vampires are creepy, soulless monsters that have an uncontrollable blood lust. They have one purpose, to feed on humans.
That’s why I’m joining Team Marlow. Marlow is the head vampire of 30 Days of Night.
I was never a huge Michael Jackson fan, but I recognize his impact on popular music, so on this, the first anniversary of his death, I give you my favorite Michael Jackson song, Smooth Criminal. Performed by Alien Ant Farm.
Jennifer Aniston finds a cold weather spot to enjoy The Land of The Dead, Book Four of the Oz Chronicles.
This was a bit of surprise for me. I went to Amazon this morning and discovered that The Land of the Dead, Book Four of the Oz Chronicles is available for sale. I had no idea it would happen that fast. We didn’t even have time to put together a ribbon cutting or put together one of those fancy red carpet events. Oh, well. What are you going to do?
I did send a copy to my buddy Jen while she was hanging out in an undisclosed cold weather location. She sent me a picture of her with the book. She’s cool like that. We talked about the book and Photoshop.
Book Description: In the fourth installment of the Oz Chronicles, Oz Griffin continues his efforts to restore the world he destroyed. But, when Oz and his band of warriors are led to an abandoned Southern mansion, they encounter a serial killer and become infected with an almost uncontrollable urge to feed … on each other. With only nine days to find the cure, Oz must travel to the Land of the Dead and follow in the serial killer’s footsteps. Will Oz survive the journey?
A couple of years ago, I was captivated (along with millions of others) with Professor Randy Pausch and his battle with pancreatic cancer. He’s known to a lot of people as “The Last Lecture” guy. Sadly, Professor Pausch passed away, but not with leaving an indelible mark on everyone who heard him speak. Proving that the apple does not fall far from the tree, his eight-year-old son has taken up the fight against pancreatic cancer.
The greatest bad cover of a Jackson Five son every dared recorded. The Legion of Rock Stars steps up to the microphone and delivers again.
Got the proof for The Land of the Dead, and as always, I found some changes that needed to be made. Knocked those out, and just got word that I should be getting the new proof on Tuesday. We are just about there.
While I’ve been waiting, I think I actually came up with another story idea for a new YA series. I’m still hammering out the details, but I’m pretty excited about it. This series may be told from various points of view.
On another note: I found this picture on Break.com, and thought it was funny.
We'll all have to face that great eraser in the sky someday!
Okay, quite a few people have been pinging me on this Bigfoot sighting in North Carolina the other day. Not so much because Bigfoot was seen, but because of who saw Bigfoot. He’s a good ol’ mountain boy in Cleveland County, North Carolina by the name of Tim Peeler. He comes off as… well, adorable. Mr. Peeler called 911 twice about the “thing” in his backyard. His speech is slurred, and he sounds a bit confused, but who can blame him really? There was a ten foot ape with the face of a man and beautiful hair (his actual description) trying to get his dogs.
The one aspect of the calls that makes my conspiracy theory antennas tingle is that he makes a couple of references to not shooting the animal. Here’s what he said.
“I did not shoot… the thing! I did not shoot him. You can’t blame that on me.”
And then in another call he asks:
“Would I get in trouble if I was to shoot and kill this beast?”
If I were a cynic and novelist who makes up stories, I would say that he sounds like a man who shot something, and he’s not so cleverly trying to cover his bases in case they find a 10 foot ape with a man’s face and beautiful hair dead from a shotgun wound in the woods somewhere in Cleveland County. But that’s just my writery mind playing tricks on me, I’m sure.
Here’s a piece CNN did on the sighting.