Zombies, and Children
If they found a way to record or film dreams, last night I’d have made the best zombie movie ever. Forget Dawn of the Dead, Night of the Living Dead, 28 Days Later, et al … my dreams beat them all hands down. At one point I was a father fleeing through a huge hotel with his son, doing his best to escape from the zombie plague rising quickly from the lower floors; then I was a crack female soldier with a high-powered rifle shooting zombies from the top of a long flight of stairs; then I was in a titty bar that was suddenly flooded with zombies. Even some of the titties were scary. Ah yes, sometimes, I love being a horror writer.
And talking of horror writing, my new novella THE REACH OF CHILDREN is available now. Click through to check out the details, a couple of reviews and a brief synopsis. One of the best things I’ve ever written, I think, and initial reaction is very positive indeed. Give it a try, let me know what you think ….
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October 20th, 2008 at 6:28 am
Nice dream!
You should write it up as a novel. I know your a fan of Joe R Lansdale, so have you ever read Dead in the West (it’s pretty hard to find in the UK), but he wrote with the help of his brother and as he puts it ‘it not big on thinks’. He just wanted to write a really trashy pulp novel for the hell of it. The result is pretty damn entertaining.
I reckon you could do something similar. The rising dead coming up floor by floor of the hotel is an awesome idea. Not disimilar to [rec] (spanish movie).
Any way, that’s all for now.
Take care.
Rich
October 20th, 2008 at 11:06 am
Tim, sounds to me like you’re working too hard!!!
October 20th, 2008 at 12:05 pm
Rich, I might just do that. Yeah, I’ve read Joe’s Dead in the West (the excellent Night Shade edition). You know, you’ve got me thinking ……
And Steve … always! But never fear, zombie titties are the least surreal aspect of some of my dreams.
November 25th, 2008 at 8:47 pm
What’s a “titty bar”?
November 26th, 2008 at 3:08 pm
It’s like a Dime Bar … you never forget your first one.