Do You Love Zombies, too?

If I could be someone else I would be a superhero zombie warrior:

I would live in a post-apocalyptic world.

I would never be bitten.

Biohazard by Francisco Javier Argel

I would defend myself with ballpoint pens.

Pen Attack by illustir

I would live off of acorns, pecans, and blackberries.

Pecan Grove Field by Proleshi

I would carry a bow and a sword.

Link by Dunechaser

I would use hairspray and a lighter in a pinch.

I would live in a treehouse.

Wolkenkukucksheim by glasseyes view

I would ride an electric car because it’s so quiet.

Melex 212 by Karwik

I would ride a vintage enduro when the battery in my electric car died.

1972 Yamaha RT-2 360 Enduro by twm1340

I would ride my moped when the vintage enduro died.

I love zombies. Sometimes I imagine what I would do if a zombie outbreak happened in my town. I live near a nuclear plant so sometimes I think that’s not too far fetched an idea, but until the nuclear reactors go, I’ll settle for writing about them.

When I'm Not Writing

Hobbies

This weekend is the biggest moped rally of the year in the world and I’m probably not going. This saddens me, but honestly, the last thing I want right now is have blazing hot air blast me in the face at 45 mph. Imagine aiming a hairdryer at yourself and turning it on full blast. That’s what it’s like.

The thing about moped rallies is that there’s nothing else quite like it. Basically, about three hundred 20 and 30-somethings get together and ride mopeds around the entire weekend and act a little crazy. We get quite a lot of strange looks from people that are wondering what we’re doing, but we’re used to it so we don’t mind.

Really, though, I’m torn. Maybe I’ll decide to go after all.

Here's a promo video they did for last year's rally:

Reading

I just finished Mary Oliver’s A POETRY HANDBOOK. It was fantastic but I’m not gonna lie, I’m ready for some fiction. The reading was so heavy and dense that now my brain is exhausted. Funny thing is, the next book on my self-education list is A HANDBOOK OF CRITICAL APPROACHES TO LITERATURE. I might have to come back to that one.

On a brighter note, I’ve got quite a few YA books on my list to buy the next time I’m at the bookstore. I’m pretty stoked about having some fresh blood on my bookshelf.

Also, I decided today that I’m going to add Georgette Heyer to the list. I’m surprised I haven’t read any of her books yet. That’s something that I’m hoping to remedy rather quickly.

Earlier tonight, I read Tennyson’s “Charge of the Light Brigade”. My husband has recited it to me several times before, but there’s something about seeing the words written on the page that make the experience so much more intense. I could hear the cannons fire, feel the soldier's fear, and sense the brutality and futility of the situation. It’s incredible when that sort of thing happens in less than 300 words.

Distractions

Lately, I’ve been messing around on Pinterest. Let me tell you, it’s so easy to get sucked in to that website. Especially if you’re into looking at bazillions of pretty pictures for hours and hours on end.

It’s actually a great place for inspiration and considering I’m also an artist, it’s like crack.

You should check it out if you haven’t already.

F.E. Confesses

I played Girl Talk last week with some of my friends.

 

 

And it was awesome! Check out the hilarious commercial they made for Girl Talk Date Line:

 
 

Sometimes writing is like driving across Kansas.

I watch America's Next Top Model.

I think it’s annoying that people think scooters are mopeds. THIS is a moped, people:
 

Photo by: Eren Emre Kanal

 

The first time someone asked me what I was writing, I laughed. (For shame, F.E.! It’s not that laughable.)

Sometimes my southern accent is embarrassing.

I freaked out when Robert Pattinson filmed part of "Water for Elephants" in my town last year, even though I pretended like I didn’t care.