For years now I have resisted jumping on the zombie bandwagon. It seems like every author has written some kind of zombie tale whether short or novel-length. And while I’ll admit to penning a flash story that included a ghoul, I decided early on that I would not dive into this madness.
However, about a month ago, I had a dream. In this dream I saw a sound engineer mixing an album while a group of old people watched over his shoulder. It was creepy as hell, but that was it, the whole of the dream.
And yet, somehow when I awoke, I knew all the details. I knew who the old people were, and why they stood so still. I knew who the engineer was, and why he was working for these elderly overlords. In short, I knew I was going to write a zombie story.
So, while I’ve been plugging away at my YA novel, Scion, I’ve also been focusing a few stray minutes a day on this new project. I believe it’s going to be another dreaded novella–those are nearly worthless for undiscovered talent like me–but I’m going to run with it and see what happens. It’s a nice breath of horrid air.
Oh, and it’s going to be called LiveMire.
— david j.