So, today’s post is going to be a bit of a deviation from the norm. Not in the “I’m going to pull down my pants and play with myself in public” sense, but in the “Sweet Christ, it’s nearing 11P.M., I’ve fucked off all week and Bryan is going to stab me in the liver if I don’t put together some sort of blog post for the morning” kind of way. Not that I’ve really been fucking off. It’s been a painfully busy fortnight.
But I’d like to rewind the tape a bit and mention a success we neglected to tell you all about: Bryan and I finished our newest novel manuscript last week. We’re pretty stoked about that. It’s a tale of tragedy, triumph, and the art of devouring brains. No, it's not the heartwarming story of little Jeffie Dahmer's daycare days. It's about zombies taking over the city of Las Vegas. And it follows the struggles of such richly drawn and philosophically poignant characters as a black Elvis impersonator, a booze-addled janitor, and a feminist stripper while they navigate their way through the undead apocalypse of Sin City. I know, I know, but let me assure you...it's far less classy than it sounds. We had a blast writing it and we’re looking forward to finding a new agent and/or publishing editor for the project at the writing conference we’ll be attending next month.
In other news, we the drunken duo have already charged headlong into our next collaborative project. And this one is going to be a bigger hit than polyester during the deadly days of disco. Except without all the latter-day fashion shame and regret.
I can’t reveal too much about the project, but I can confidently say that if Bryan or I have ever been even remotely close to having an original idea, this is it. And by "original," I mean something that will hopefully someday soon be turned into a bastardized Hollywood film adaptation and garner us sweet sweet royalty checks for years to come. But, we'll keep you posted on that. For now, I'll just have to content myself with those un-cashable promotional checks that the goddamn bank likes to taunt me with in the mail.
On that note, I'm all out of coffee and am about to go pass out. I hope this post doesn't leave you feeling unfulfilled. But if it does, here's a link to one of my favorite old posts of ours that sadly didn't get much attention because it was written before we had many readers. And it's far better than this one. Go check it out. The Beartender and the Fake Grass.
Music: Chopin's Nocturnes