Most Likely to Take Over the World

It’s unseasonably warm today, the sort of sick, sticky humidity that rots your lungs with every breath, weighing down your chest like lead. Nuala, our Birman cat, lays under a chair as the sun slowly moves across the floor; she scowls at the coming sun, then pulls herself from the floor and skulks to another, shadier space. By the end of the day, she’ll be under the sofa.

I’ve been doing some research on zombies, viral and bacterial infections (I think viral is more interesting, and works best with zombies, as rabies — the disease zombism is based upon — is viral) and human reactions to zombie situations. The poll is still open if you want to participate and weigh in on what you’d do in the moral quandary presented.

Meanwhile, I’ve been working on some flash fiction, to get back in the habit of writing in general and horror writing in particular. There’s a 50-word story up at Hyper Short Stories and I just sent off a 140 character Twitter story to Tweet the Meat. I like writing flash fiction when I’m getting back into fiction/creative non-fiction because I find having to express so much in so few words is really helpful for self-editing, to get sentences tight and concise (as I’m given to verbosity) without going into terse, Hemingway-style prose.

And now, with my research and brief writing done, it’s time to unplug for a while, kick back with the <i>Secrets of the Dead</i> episode I Netflixed, and then read some Fitzgerald. Oh, and later, to find a gift for my mom. I was thinking of just making a children’s book for her entitled “I Can’t Do Anything Right!” in which little Trisha learns that she, in fact, CAN do things well if she just tries and applies herself rather than just throwing up her hands and screaming “I can’t do anything right!” when something goes wrong, which my mom, Patricia, is given to do.

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