For now, I am elated. When I saw the following X-Mas themed zombie anthology accepting submissions,
I knew I had to drop everything else and try my hand at it. Which is odd because I don't really "do" zombie fiction, discounting my story "The Cubicle Dwellers," appearing in the current issue of Ghostlight.
I will take any opportunity to fly in the face of the accepted conceit of zombies originating form viral outbreaks, and so I scribed me up a voodoo-influenced tale of religious fanaticism that made me giggle school-girl-like. I wasn't sure it was what the kindly editor who had encouraged me to go ahead and send it was looking for BUT:
Four hours later, he wrote,
hey
i can use it.Four hours, people. That's practically unheard of. So, for now, ignore what I said before y'know, until I say it again and really mean it~
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