Zombies

I don’t know why I like zombies so much.

I’m a sucker for zombie. I have paid for zombie books, television shows, movies, comics, and art. My favorite Christmas movie is Anna and the Apocalypse. That’s just not sane.

The first few stories I wrote were, you guessed it, zombie stories. For years I’ve had a complete roadmap of a zombie-ravished world in my head that has been aching to get out. I’ve start it, put it off, and start it again.

I see Life in the Time of Zombies as a series of short-stories and novels that blend into a world where people are forced to rebuild. I don’t see the stories as all gloom or doom but people doing the best they can while reinventing what it means to be human.

I think the fatal flaw in the zombie genre is that humans tend to be self destructive jerks who destroy everything they touch. I want to write about decent human beings and maybe even the occasional decent deader.

The trope of building up society and then destroying it through greed and stupidity does not interest me. I have no interest in writing stories where one maniac does something stupid to move the story along.

Normal people in abnormal times.

I also see Life in the Time of Zombies not being tied to a linear timeline or length. Not all stories deserve to be novels.