20,000 words into this thing, and I'm both flabbergasted and just plain aghasted at my own stamina. My progress is both lackluster and spectacular, depending on how I'm feeling at any particular moment. Writing is like that. It's a constant flux of self-degradation, loneliness, pure elation, willpower wrangling, and guilt. It's hard to really describe the writing process to someone who's never sat down to crap out a book. Possibly because it's more emotional than anything els

Every writer these days has to tell a zombie story. It's the rules. That kind of thing is insanely popular, and there are a lot of different books, movies, tv shows, etc. that have characters running the zombie gamut. So, even though it's usually a solid financial idea to jump on creative bandwagons (I hear there's this thing called economics [which I do not condone], a field containing buzzwords like "supply," and even "demand"), it's important to differentiate yourself, les