Monday, July 25, 2005

Bad writer. Bad Mommy. Bad, bad, bad.

So it's 7 a.m., the child woke up early, and what am I doing? Well, what else? Reading an online novel. About zombies.

It's M.J. Rose's fault. She blogged about it. It's also David Wellington's fault. He writes so well. And it's my fault. I love reading and I love the zombie genre and I just let myself get sucked into things like this. Child? What child?

And Monster Island is part of a whole trilogy. I can foresee it now: I'll be stuck here for the next week reading this thing, and by the time I emerge, the Clifford theme song ringing in my head, I too will resemble a zombie.

And no, I'm not going to discuss the implications of a novel serialized in a blog. That would be like high school English class where the teacher took a novel you loved and picked it apart until you couldn't enjoy it anymore. No, I think M.J.'s succinct blurb was all that was needed to discuss those implications.

Five minutes to eight. Sesame Street comes on next. I'm good for another hour anyway.


Blogger Meg said...

Aren't you going to post the link to the zombie novel? As a just-emerging-from-zombiehood grandmother, I'd like to visit the old neighborhood. /snerk

25/7/05 10:44 AM  
Blogger Meg said...

Belay that last comment. Proof of zombiehood: ask question first, click later. IT'S SUPPOSED TO BE THE OTHER WAY AROUND, ZOMBIE!!!

25/7/05 10:46 AM  

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