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Jaime Johnesee Guest Post for #WinterZombie2014

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            Let me start off by saying that I really appreciate you giving me some time on your blog today. My name is Jaime Johnesee and I’m here today to talk about something that is very important in a zombie story –the characters. 

 

            If readers don’t care about the characters, then the storyline is really nothing more than a moot point. Would Harry Potter have been as successful if Harry was an annoying brat? Probably not. Would any best selling book –throughout history– have done as well as it did if it was created with characters that nobody gave a flying fig about?   

 

            Having well fleshed (yeah, I went there), realistic, and relatable characters is a necessity in all stories. Especially seeing as how in today’s most popular zombie fiction the characters are what is most important to the story while the zombies become merely a backdrop for that tale to unfold. There is a similar theme running throughout all zombie fiction but what keeps these stories so fresh and popular are the people that the author drops into the stories –the ones who have to fight the zombies.

 

            Zombies are an awesome monster, one of my favorites, the lore and history that surrounds them is absolutely amazing to read. If you have time I highly recommend delving into the historical and cultural significances zombies have had on society. There are some fantastic papers out there on the undead. Not to mention some wonderful blogs that discuss zombies in both fiction and history.

 

            As for me, I made a very different choice with my zombies and I used them as the main characters and the humans as the backdrop. The people I was hanging around with caused me to change the way I saw zombies and so I decided to head down another path with my world. It so happened that my path was more humor than horror. I know many folks, me included, who love the vicious flesh hungry monsters. Yet with my own work I felt the need to go another direction. I wanted to capture the friends I have that love to role-play as zombies. Every time I sat and talked with these pals of mine I came away feeling lighter and happier. I saw a challenge in taking a well known monster and making it human.

 

            My character, Bob, is just a regular guy (with really bad luck) who died and was raised by a necromancer. He is the same fellow he was before his death. He has the same feelings and emotions it’s just that he happens to be rotting. Occasionally, bits of him fall off but he can quickly reattach those with a stapler or a special glue.

 

            I went a more comedic route with my zombie because I felt like that’s the sort of guy Bob is. He jokes a lot and is self effacing with his humor. He finds something funny about almost every situation and, because of that, he doesn’t ever give up no matter how bad things are for him. Basically, he’s the Clark Griswold of the supernatural world.

 

            I even decided to put a little piece of my own life into every Bob story. For each novella, or short story, there is one scene, or anecdote, where my real life merges with Bob’s. Most of the stuff is too comical to not include it somewhere, and these events just fit with his bad luck.

 

            At any rate, I am of the opinion it is the characters that make a book either great or one you will never remember in a million years. Plot is the cornerstone, sure, but the building surrounding that plot –making it so impactful–  are the characters.

 

            If you can write a character that is believable, and can be well and truly loved (or loathed) so completely, then you’ve done a good job as an author. With current zom-poc books the characters are even more important because the monster is familiar and the theme of survival is the same. You need the characters, and their interactions, to take center stage. They are what the book is truly about. Not the zombies, not the apocalypse, not even the survival; it’s about the people thrust into those situations and their reactions.

 

            That’s my two cents on the matter. I’d love to hear what you think in the comments below. I hope you guys have a fantastic day and I just want to take a moment to again thank my wonderful host for having me on their blog today.

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The stench of frozen rotted meat is in the air! Welcome to the Winter of Zombie Blog Tour 2014, with 10 of the best zombie authors spreading the disease in the month of November.

 

Stop by the event page on Facebook so you don’t miss an interview, guest post or teaser… and pick up some great swag as well! Giveaways galore from most of the authors as well as interaction with them! #WinterZombie2014

 

https://www.facebook.com/events/1524813084430035/?ref_notif_type=plan_user_joined&source=1

 

AND so you don’t miss any of the posts in November, here’s the complete list, updated daily:

 

https://armandrosamilia.com/2014/11/01/winter-of-zombie-post-list-winterzombie2014/

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Guest Post: Short Scary Stories

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Ladies and gentlemen, ever read horror stories that blow your mind with psychological elements?
You have to read it carefully to uncover the deeper meaning. The stories seem normal at first, but trust me.
None of these stories are considered “normal”. Here is one of my favourites. Please enjoy!

Weird kid

I’m not sure if my kid is special or weird. He’s got a habit of pointing at faces.
Sometimes in a picture, sometimes on the TV. But I call him a weird kid for a another reason.
A while ago, I learned that whenever he points at somebody like that, they’re going to die within a week.
I don’t understand why he never points at someone directly. The victims all seem to die naturally.
I feel as if something complicated is going on.
But I kept it to myself. What if people don’t believe me, and think I’m a liar?
Or what if other people think he’s a weird kid as well.
Today, when I turned on the TV, my son was pointing on the TV screen.
There was our president, talking about civil rights. This will be worldwide news. I wonder how he will die.

Random TV

 

 

It wouldn’t be scary if the kid predicted the president would die.
But unfortunately he wasn’t pointing at the president.
He was pointing at the TV reflection, at his mother.
The feeling and thrill at the moment you find out the meaning, is in my opinion truly marvellous.
I hope to share this excitement with all of you.

 

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Special thank to Armand Rosamilia for this short post! 🙂

Guest Post: Adra Janean

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An aspiring and talented actress named Adra Janean is competing for an extraordinary chance to meet legendary Casting Director Lindsay Chag and gain career boosting exposure. With our help, she has a great shot at achieving this.

 

She performed a #HolidayJournalEntry monologue written by author D. R. Acula for https://www.tentsquare.com and did an awesome job.

 

Your view count will help her video rise in TentSquare ranks, securing her spot in the top 10 performances. Any help, such as viewing or sharing the video, would be very helpful. Then on December 13th, members of TentSquare will be able to vote on their favorite performance every 24 hours, and the winner will get a chance of a lifetime:

 

$200 cash, consultation with Lindsay Chag, two actor badges for the TentSquare Fest™ where the monologue performance will be played or performed live if actor chooses, entry to TentSquare Awards™ in NYC 2016.

 

 

See Adra’s video performance here:

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Adra Janean’s Twitter Handle:

@AdraJanean

 

Adra Janean’s IMDB:

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  1. R. Acula’s Twitter Handle:

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Eric A. Shelman Guest Post for #WinterZombie2014

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DEAD HUNGER VIII: PEACE, LOVE & ZOMBIES

SPECIAL PROLOGUE PREVIEW FOR THE

WINTER OF ZOMBIE BLOG TOUR 2014

 

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My name is Nelson Moore.  Despite all odds, I’m a content resident of Kingman, Kansas.   The year is [redacted from this excerpt to prevent spoilers].

I was a little surprised when Gem sat me down and told me that I should write the next chronicle.  Hemp has started calling them our “Dead Hunger Chronicles.”  That’s what they do, after all; the dead hunger.

I didn’t figure I was the best candidate to write this because I’ve never been a writer.  But Gem said my good memory will be a big benefit, and to just put the words down.  She also told me not to leave everything that happened to me between the day most everyone we knew became monsters and the day I met her and the others.  That was the day I found my Gramps, too. 

Then Gem said she wants me to catch you up on what’s happened since we met the bad dude outside of Kingman.  Tough times, but lots of good stuff in there, too.

About my earlier story, I told her I wasn’t sure I wanted to go back there.   I didn’t know what good it would do for anyone to know what happened to me.  You know what she said?

“Sit your ass down and write, Nelson.  I want to know.”

Exactly that.  I see a hug coming from Gem when she reads it.  She’s that way.  She’s a hugger.  She’s gonna get all emotional and tell me how much she loves me, and I’m probably gonna cry, too.

I admit I avoided talking about all that stuff because it just didn’t seem important, and I had it running in my head like a movie anyway.  A horror movie that I watched one time, didn’t like at all, and now have to watch for the rest of my life.

So, yeah.  I love Gem and the others and they love me and my family, so I’m gonna tell the story.  All of it.  Even the part before I met everyone.

Here goes.

Wait.  Not yet.  A little background first.  I’m not sure if anyone outside of Kansas really gets it, but I just want to let you know that pot pretty much grows on the side of the road here.  It’s probably not necessary to tell you how quickly I had Flex pull the truck over when I spotted it for the first time.  As it turns out, it’s got bud but it’s not potent.  Luckily I had some stash of my own when we got there and my seed stock is like gold.  I’ve kept them for a long, long time now and I replace them with each new harvest.

So anyway, I got sidetracked.  That happens to me occasionally.  I didn’t start writing this to tell you where to find wild bud, but you might as well know I partake.  Some dudes get all fuzzyheaded when they’re high; not me.  I can laser focus, but folks have always told me that they don’t get that by lookin’ at me.

I’ve got long, blonde-gray hair that comes about to my lower back.  Don’t like haircuts.  Never did.  My hair’s always been thin like me – I’m kind of a beanpole – but it’s me, so I keep it.  When the beginning of this story took place, it was pure blonde.  I’m older now.

That’s good news.

Anyway, the beginning of the bigger story is how I met Flex’s girl, Gem.  It’s pretty funny.  If you read the other chronicles – particularly the fourth one where everybody kinda told the story – you’ll remember meeting me, and you’ll remember my first encounter with Gem.

Anyways, from my spot hiding behind the building I’d slept in the night before, I saw a woman doing something in the parking lot of a gun store that I considered amazing.  My protective instinct kicked in because I could tell Gem was alive, you know?  But the thing she was walking up on wasn’t alive at all.

It was one of them; the zombies.

As I crouched there, one of my best stainless steel stars in my hand, there she was, whispering something in a zombie’s ear.

The amazing part?  The zombie wasn’t biting her.  Wasn’t even trying.  Next thing I know, I found myself tossing one of my Ninja stars and I took the rotter out.   I had to know, though; I had to understand why this beautiful woman with long, brown hair and a stance that spoke of sheer confidence believed she could talk to something dead.

Dude, they’ve never listened to anything I tried to say.  Never.  Not even once, and not even for a second.

So I took her captive using my Subdudo, and maybe a bit of my hippie stoner charm.  That disarms people quicker than any bravado stuff I’ve ever seen anyone try, either in movies or in real life.  So, while we may be living in a messed-up fiction-like world right now, it’s real.  Not a nightmare and not a cartoon.   There are things so rotted out there you couldn’t believe they could even stand up – but hell if they don’t come after you.

They’re relentless, they never get full and they never sleep.  They seek us – the living – out, they try to kill us and eat us.

Back to my meeting Gem Cardoza that day.  If you know anything about her, then you know she can hold her own in a gunfight.  If you know anything about me, and if you’ve read the chronicles that Flex, Gem, Hemp, Charlie and Dave wrote, then you know I created Subdudo as a way to take people out of commission for a few moments without hurting them.

I admit it.  I’m a pacifist.  At least I was.  That’s changed a lot, because I guess I tried to fool myself for a long time before I hooked up with this group.  My family. 

That’s who they are now.  I can’t even tell you how much.  They’re more of a family than I’ve ever had, except for my Grampa Jim.  People call him Doc Scofield, mostly.

Anyway.  I’d die for anyone in this group.  I almost have, a few times.

That’s cool.  They’ve almost died for me, too.

So that day I met Dave Gammon, Gem Cardoza and Charlie Chatsworth, we had some trust issues to work out before I could learn why she was talking to a zombie. 

As it turns out, she was kinda fooling around.  She wasn’t actually having a conversation with the thing; she was just getting sort of cocky, telling the thing she was bout to dust it.

I beat her to it.  The rest got pretty funny, but you already know it.

So now I’ll go back to Sunday, June 19th, 2011, when the dead started walking.

Needless to say, I was stoned.

 

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The stench of frozen rotted meat is in the air! Welcome to the Winter of Zombie Blog Tour 2014, with 10 of the best zombie authors spreading the disease in the month of November.

 

Stop by the event page on Facebook so you don’t miss an interview, guest post or teaser… and pick up some great swag as well! Giveaways galore from most of the authors as well as interaction with them! #WinterZombie2014

 

https://www.facebook.com/events/1524813084430035/?ref_notif_type=plan_user_joined&source=1

 

AND so you don’t miss any of the posts in November, here’s the complete list, updated daily:

 

https://armandrosamilia.com/2014/11/01/winter-of-zombie-post-list-winterzombie2014/

 

Jack Wallen Teaser for #WinterZombie2014

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Jack Wallen

chapter 3 | exit light, enter Rizzo

 

“Oh my God, turn that fucking thing off!” Joshua shouted over the Obliterator.

“What’s the matter, tough guy?” Morgan chided.

Jamal leaned forward, his head between the front seats, to address Josh and Morgan. “Tell me you have an ETA on your unit.”

“Aren’t you having fun? It’s like Camp of the Damned.” Joshua laughed at his attempted humor.

“Yeah, I’ve seen that film; it doesn’t end well—at least not for us.”

Morgan leaned over and smacked the back of Joshua’s head. “Stop being such a goofball, Josh. Tell the poor man how soon the cavalry will arrive.”

Josh laughed and glanced at his watch. “They should be here any minute.”

The distant sound of moans wafted up from the darkening sky.

“Please don’t get dark yet,” Echo whispered, as if to hide her plea. I wrapped my arms around her tiny frame and pulled her into me.

“Don’t worry, I won’t let anything hurt you.”

The words took me back to broken promises from the past. Susan—another young girl I’d promised to protect. That failure would eat at my heart for eternity. The only thing to be done was to finally make good on a similar promise and ensure nothing happened to Echo.

So far, so good.

“By the way, what’s the plan once we’re gassed up and on the road?” Jamal spoke softly. I loved that about him, how he always knew when to effect peace in a room—one of his many gifts.

“The plan hasn’t changed,” I started. “We hunt down and kill the Zero Day Collective and reclaim Jacob.”

Echo shuddered. “Jesus, when you put it that way it makes Jacob seem more property than prophet.”

The sentiment cut sharply. The thought that Jacob would ever be seen as a commodity to be tossed back and forth between enemy lines was insane. He was my baby, my joy, my hope for life. The idea threatened to spiral me down into emotional withdrawal. I had to change the subject before I reached critical psychological mass.

“Speaking of which,” I added, as I focused my attention back to the laptop, “I need to see if the tracker has any hits.”

It has always been rumored that technology would eventually be the ultimate demise of man. The singularity would occur and machines would take over. The tiniest fragment of my intelligence begged me to consider it possible the singularity had finally arrived—in human form. The lowest common denominator had won out and would overtake the planet with predictable stupidity and greed. Ignorance and power were the new currency.

I propped the laptop back on my lap and minimized the Obliterator application. In its place came the tracker. The application ran in the background, collecting tons of data from the network at large. Any time specific suspect words were captured, traveling across the global network of connected computers and communication satellites, a flag would be raised and the data packets logged. Once the tracker had collected enough data, I could sift through the information and begin piecing together the location of the Zero Day Collective and Jacob. It was only a matter of time before they appeared on my radar. The NSA and Sherlock Holmes had nothing on me.

As soon as the tracker window was open, Jamal peered over my shoulder, his eyes wide and his mouth agape. I could feel his warm breath on my neck as my eyes ripped through the information. A pattern started to develop.

Mobile unit.

Biologist.

Zero Day Collective.

Jacob.

40.0176 degrees North.

105.2797 degrees West.

“Bethany,” Jamal whispered, “that’s Boulder, Colorado. But what does it mean by “Mobile unit”?”

“Well, Jamal, I would assume it means that whoever is sending out these communications happens to be on some sort of mobile Zero Day Collective biological unit. In other words, it’s moving.”

Jamal sighed. “So getting a fixed location isn’t likely.”

I nodded.

Jamal grinned. “Yes, but…if you get a number of consecutive coordinates, you can at least predict where the unit will be at a given time. Of course, that would require knowing what type of unit and at what speed they were traveling.”

Before Jamal could continue, I silenced him with a palm to the lips.

“Joshua, how quickly can you get us to Boulder?”

Josh laughed. “At this rate it’ll take, oh, forever!”

Again, Morgan smacked Josh across the back of the head.

“I’m just fucking with you. We get back up to speed soon, and I can have you there in a day…tops.”

“B, what do you have in mind?”

Before I could answer Jamal, a soul-destroying roar ripped through the truck. The prehistoric release was followed by the shattering of glass and a pale arm reaching into the truck. Dirty, blood-soaked fingers tangled deep into Echo’s hair and yanked hard. Echo released a cry that was almost too high in pitch to hear as the arm pulled her head toward the shattered glass.

“What the hell? The Obliterator is running strong.” Josh shouted, as he gave the volume knob for the Obliterator one last turn.

“Oh my God, look at its ears,” was all Morgan needed to say.

Blood was caked around both ears. A thick, viscous liquid bubbled from the holes on the side of his head.

“The fucker cracked his skull on the cement until he went deaf,” Joshua added. “Perfect immunity to the power of the Obliterator.”

The beast gave another tug that pulled Echo’s head nearer the shattered window. Echo’s arms flailed outward to thwart the thing’s attempts at commandeering her skull.

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The stench of frozen rotted meat is in the air! Welcome to the Winter of Zombie Blog Tour 2014, with 10 of the best zombie authors spreading the disease in the month of November.

 

Stop by the event page on Facebook so you don’t miss an interview, guest post or teaser… and pick up some great swag as well! Giveaways galore from most of the authors as well as interaction with them! #WinterZombie2014

 

https://www.facebook.com/events/1524813084430035/?ref_notif_type=plan_user_joined&source=1

 

AND so you don’t miss any of the posts in November, here’s the complete list, updated daily:

 

https://armandrosamilia.com/2014/11/01/winter-of-zombie-post-list-winterzombie2014/

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Why are we so worried about failure when it’s so common?

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Robert Chazz Chute preaching the Indie word… again

C h a z z W r i t e s . c o m

I’ve been reading another round of articles from the usual suspects saying how much indie books suck. I ran into a reader who said one of my masterpieces was pretty good “for an indie book.” Yeah, well, piss on that. He only knew I was indie because I told him so. I now have two questions to wrestle: why am I still reading these biased articles that rely on old news and nostalgia? And why do I bother telling anyone but other indies that I count among their number?

We live in a post-empire world.

Indie and niche is a great place to be now, but the bias of what was once true still carries the heavy weight of lazy inertia. I have had lots of jobs, but it wasn’t until I became a writer that people started asking if I was making any money. (Kinda rude, huh?)

Yet myths continue to…

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Change Jar Books, Snowflakes And #ASOT2015

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This is why I love Change Jar Books… and why you need to find a little mom & pop independent bookstore in your area and buy from them and keep them around… 

Suzanne and Craig have always been great to us local authors, giving us a nice section in their store and letting us do book signings and pretty much whatever we want. They even have a nice display of my Flagler Beach Fiction Series books on their counter. Book six just released, which is set right in Change Jar Books. Yeah, I love the place. 

I’ve been very lucky because when I started doing Authors Supporting Our Troops in the beginning of 2014, they were very helpful with ideas and took care of all the shipping. I simply dropped off the many, many boxes going to the soldiers and they streamlined the shipping and paying for me so I didn’t have to stand in lines at the post office or have any worries. 

All throughout the year I’ve shipped sporadic books, even when the event was technically on hiatus. Whenever I filled a couple of boxes I’d drive down to Flagler Beach and they’d be shipped. Nice and easy. 

On top of that, they also put a jar on the counter and asked customers to donate to the cause with their spare change. And the book buyers of Flagler Beach always amazed me, because every week or so when I went in there was not only a pile of coins but singles and fives (and sometimes even bigger!) stuffed in the jar. Truly a Change Jar… see what I did there?

So, when I was in Change Jar Books (in their huge new location at 319 Moody Blvd, Flagler Beach, FL 32136) yesterday to ship out five boxes to three soldiers and collect a full jar of donations, owners Suzanne and Craig hit me with a great idea…

Snowflakes for $1.00.

Like you see in many businesses, instead of just collecting a donation, we were going to ‘sell’ a snowflake for a buck and you can proudly write your name on it. Change Jar Books will post them around and show off that you care about the soldiers. How neat is that? 

They’ll kick it off tomorrow and collect until they run out of room to post them! And with all the love I get from Flagler Beach and their customers, it shouldn’t take long…

If you’re in Flagler Beach, stop in and see the new Change Jar Books and say hi to the owners. Buy one (or three) of my books, and donate to the Authors Supporting Our Troops event as well! 

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Joe McKinney Guest Post for #WinterZombie2014

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Why I Write the Dark Stuff

 Joe McKinney

 

 

In my day job, I’m a patrol supervisor for the San Antonio Police Department.  I work the west side of town.  The police officers who make the calls, who make the arrests, who keep the peace in the busiest part of the city, they work for me.  I’m the one they call when they have major crime scenes that need managing or when something just doesn’t look right.

 

What that means is that I have to see a lot of dead bodies.  And I mean a lot of them.

 

Like last week.  One of my officers called because he had a decomp (police parlance for a body that’s been rotting in place for a good long while) and he wasn’t sure if it was suicide or homicide.  So I showed up to the apartment and there was the dead guy, seated on the floor (or almost on the floor, his butt was about two inches off the carpet).  He had a noose around his neck, though you could barely see it because his skin was so bloated and gummy with rot that it had sort of oozed over the rope.

 

“So, what do you think?” the officer asked.

 

“Suicide,” I told him.

 

“But he’s sitting down.  Wouldn’t he have rolled over or something when he started to choke?  That’s like an instinct or something, isn’t it?”

 

“No,” I said.  “What you’re looking at is an act of will power.  If you want to do something bad enough, you’ll see it through.”

 

He looked from me to the body and shook his head.

 

“Besides,” I added, “look at all that medication in there in his bathroom.  Those drugs are for hepatitis and cancer.  He did this because he was hurting pretty bad.  And look up there.”  I pointed to the ceiling where our dead guy had nailed the rope to the rafter.  “He did that because he didn’t want the rope to slip off.  And look at where he chose to do this, here in the bedroom, so his relatives coming in the front door wouldn’t have to see him.  I bet if you look around here, you’ll find a note.  Probably in the other room, out of sight of the bedroom.”

 

The officer nodded.

 

We both stood there, staring at the body.  The apartment didn’t have air conditioning, and it felt like standing inside an oven, even though it was the middle of the night.  The smell was really bad.

 

The officer kind of chuckled and said, “So, Sarge, I guess this is one for your next book, huh?”

 

I offered him a bland smile.  Cops develop their gallows humor long before they learn that it’s actually a defense mechanism against the horror of confronting your own mortality, and this officer was one of the young ones.  He still had a lot to learn.

 

“Go look for the note,” I said.

 

He stiffened.  “Yes, sir.”

 

When he was gone, I found myself looking at that dead man’s face.  Suicides always get to me. Something about standing in the presence of someone so desperate to take control of their pain and their emotional devastation that they would resort to this makes me feel numb.

 

In the other room, the young officer was clumsily knocking around.  Something fell over and broke.  I almost called out to him to be careful, but held my tongue.  You see, my mind had drifted from my day job to my night job.  I was thinking about what he’d said about my next book.  So many people seem to have that opinion about horror, and about zombie fiction in particular.  To them, a book about shambling dead things eating the living must be nothing but gratuitous violence and gore.  What else could it be?

 

Well, I take exception to that.

 

I started writing because I was scared of the future.  My wife and I had just gotten married.  Then we had a daughter, and the world suddenly seemed so much more complex.  In the wink of an eye, I went from a carefree young cop—a lot like the one in the other room knocking stuff over—to a man with more responsibilities than he could count.  I had obligations and commitments coming at me from every angle.

 

I’d been writing stories for a good long while at that point, starting sometime in my early teens, but never with the intention of doing anything about them.  I would write them out on a yellow legal pad, staple the finished pages together, and leave them on the corner of my desk until the next idea came to me.

 

Never once did it occur to me to do something with what I’d written.  I just threw those stories away and forgot them.  But then came adulthood, and parenthood, and I found myself groping to put the world in order, to regain some of the control I felt I had lost.  I realized that writing could help me with that.  I realized that I could focus my anxieties and make something useful of them.

 

And so I started writing a science fiction novel.  It was a big space opera epic, and it was pure trash.  Every word of it was awful.

 

The reason?  Well, it wasn’t authentic.  It wasn’t me.

 

The real me, the kid who sat at his desk filling up yellow legal pads rather than going out bike riding with his friends, was a horror junkie.  I was crazy for the stuff.  Horror was my first literary love, and I figured, seeing as love was what drove me to return to writing, that I should write what I love. I was feeling like the world was rushing at me from every side, so I wrote a zombie story about characters who had the living dead rushing in at them from every side.  That’s when things started to click.  That’s when it all made sense.

 

But it wasn’t just that simple.  You see, I sincerely believe that fear is the most authentic, and the most useful, emotion available to the storyteller.  It is as vital as love, and indeed, gives love its profundity, for what makes love, and family, and everything we treasure so valuable but the fear that it could all go away in the blink of an eye.  For me, fear goes far beyond monsters.  It is the catalyst for my creative process, and without that creative process, I’m afraid I would wither up inside.  I’m not saying I’d end up like that suicide I just told you about if I couldn’t write anymore, nothing that melodramatic, but absence of that creative outlet would be a hole that nothing else could fill.

 

So that’s why I write the dark stuff.

 

Joe McKinney

San Antonio, Texas

September 11, 2012

Plague of the Undead

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The stench of frozen rotted meat is in the air! Welcome to the Winter of Zombie Blog Tour 2014, with 10 of the best zombie authors spreading the disease in the month of November.

 

Stop by the event page on Facebook so you don’t miss an interview, guest post or teaser… and pick up some great swag as well! Giveaways galore from most of the authors as well as interaction with them! #WinterZombie2014

 

https://www.facebook.com/events/1524813084430035/?ref_notif_type=plan_user_joined&source=1

 

AND so you don’t miss any of the posts in November, here’s the complete list, updated daily:

 

https://armandrosamilia.com/2014/11/01/winter-of-zombie-post-list-winterzombie2014/

 

Guest Post: Carson Buckingham

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How Can A House Be So Scary?

Carson Buckingham

I have always been in love with the style of the grand old painted ladies of architecture—the Victorian Era.  I grew up in an 1880 Victorian and it was a real challenge to sneak in late at night without waking my mother, with all the creaking that went on when I walked.  I finally figured out that if I went up the stairs with each foot on the extreme side of the steps, I could make it without a sound.

I first saw the movie Psycho in a Victorian, while babysitting for my chemistry teacher’s two boys.  They were in bed.  An electric storm was raging outside, and there I was, sitting at the top of the house watching this movie. What can I say?  I was a moron at age 15. Believe me, I was never so happy to see my chemistry teacher in my life when they finally got home!

But what makes these houses scary?

I’m writing about Victorians because my novel, Gothic Revival, takes place in one.  Let’s start with the fact that they are so old that at least one person has probably died in each of them, and it’s easy, especially when alone at night, for your imagination to run away with you.  Every creak becomes a footstep.  Every sigh of the wind or groan of arthritic settling becomes an uneasy spirit afoot in the night.

I think another contributing element to this mystique is the fact that there are few electrical outlets in Victorians, and therefore, fewer places to plug in lamps.  The shadows from lack of bright light seem threatening, seem to be hiding something.  Most people associate shadows and dim lighting with nothing good.

The venue has everything to do with interpretation of mundane structural events, too.  For example, a poorly hung door in an ultra-modern, well-lit house might swing shut on its own, as ill-installed doors tend to do, and nothing is thought of it; but if it happens in a Victorian, the next call made is to the Ghostbusters.

Additionally, many Victorians were built on a large-ish parcel of land.  There may have been neighbors, but they weren’t right on top of each other the way they are building houses now.  A feeling of isolation, whether real or imagined, also leads to anxiety in a house from this era.

So shadows, night sounds, and a lonesome place… that’s what makes a house so scary.

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Gothic Revival

Carson Buckingham

Alex and Leo Renfield are a husband and wife contractor team who’ve recently moved to the village of Woodhaven, Connecticut to escape the chaos of life in New York. Pretty close to broke, they meet Theodora Hamilton, a somewhat unsavory and odd individual, who offers them an astronomical amount of money to repaint the first floor of her family home.

But along with the huge paycheck comes a set of unsettling rules that must be followed explicitly if they are to accept the offer; one of which is they must reside on the property having no direct contact with the outside world until the job is complete.

Is Theodora Hamilton just an eccentric woman with a peculiar way of doing things, or is there a more sinister agenda that Alex and Leo are unaware of? What exactly does she have in store for this down-on-their-luck couple who have no choice but to accept the offer and the strange requirements that come along with it?

Gothic Revival can be found online at major retailers including:

Amazon:

US | UK | Canada | Australia | Germany | France | Italy | Spain | Japan | Mexico | India | Brazil

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ABOUT THE AUTHOR:

Carson Buckingham knew from childhood that she wanted to be a writer, and began, at age six, by writing books of her own, hand-drawing covers, and selling them to any family member who would pay (usually a gum ball) for what she referred to as “classic literature.” When she ran out of relatives, she came to the conclusion that there was no real money to be made in self-publishing, so she studied writing and read voraciously for the next eighteen years, while simultaneously collecting enough rejection slips to re-paper her living room… twice.

When her landlord chucked her out for, in his words, “making the apartment into one hell of a downer,” she redoubled her efforts and collected four times the rejection slips in half the time, single-handedly causing the first paper shortage in U.S. history.

But she persevered, improved greatly over the years, and here we are.

Carson Buckingham has been a professional proofreader, editor, newspaper reporter, copywriter, technical writer, comedy writer, humorist, and fiction author. Besides writing, she loves to read and work in her vegetable garden. She lives in the United States in the state of Arizona.

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Being Interviewed Is An Honor To Me

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I’ve been asked many, many times to be interviewed over the last 3 or so years, and I get excited every time. Whether it is an e-mail interview, podcast interview via Skype or in person, it is usually enjoyable. It is definitely helping me to reach new potential readers, too…

I’ve lost count of the interviews I’ve done and I’m way too lazy to go back and figure out a number. I know it is between 1 and 987 (I don’t believe I’ve done 988 or more). I know they’ve all been fun. Hell, even the interviews that were boring are fun because it let me see what not to do when I was interviewing someone, so each time it is a learning experience. 

I’m hoping to do more interviews soon, because January 1st 2015 the new year of Authors Supporting Our Troops officially begins. I want to create more awareness for the event and what I need. You can read about all of it Here if you’d like. If you’re an author, kindly sign and ship us some of your books. If you are a reader and/or supporter of the cause, kindly donate towards the massive shipping bill. 

I always have a new release as well, so I like to do interviews to promote myself, too. I like to tell goofy stories and try to add something unique to each interview whenever possible. I am a really big fan of chatting on podcasts, too. 

I do my own podcast, Arm Cast: Dead Sexy Horror Podcast, and love to chat with other horror authors each week. I try not to be just another interview podcast. I have a conversation with the guests, swap stories and try to have fun. No set questions in front of me. Whether I’m good friends with the guest or I’ve only heard their name, I try to get to know them better. 

It is quite odd when an author doesn’t get out there and promote themselves to me. Doing a written interview takes a few minutes of your time, and going on a podcast maybe burns an hour. If I had my way I’d be ‘wasting’ four hours a day doing written interviews and a couple of podcasts a day. I love to talk about myself… yes, I am quite humble. 

If you’re an author, where do you fit into the equation? Do you want to do more interviews, or think they aren’t worth it?

As a potential reader, do you read and/or listen to interviews with new authors to see if you’re interested in reading them? Does it affect your buying habits?

I want to do 5 interviews a day, to be honest… so… who’s got some questions? Send me a message at  armandrosamilia@gmail.com and we can begin! 

Armand

Authors Supporting Our Troops – Soldiers Needed

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I am amazed at all of the authors asking the information about donating signed books to the Authors Supporting Our Troops event, as well as non-authors wanting to donate money to help with the massive shipping costs. You can find out everything you need to know Here.

With the goal of 3,000 author-signed books shipped in 2015, the only part of the equation I’m a little worried about is actual soldiers to send books to. 

This is where you hopefully come in and help…

Are you a family member of someone in the military (any branch) or friends with someone who is currently overseas in a remote area? We’d love to make contact with you and send over a couple of boxes of books so they can share them with their unit. I’m not interested in a company that does this or a random person, i want to actually touch people you know… 

The greatest thing for me is seeing the pictures of the soldiers opening the boxes and taking out the books. It makes all the hours spent receiving, opening, taking pictures of, sorting and packaging the thousands of books worth it for us. 

All I need is the soldier’s name and address and the basic dates of when they’ll be stationed overseas and where. That’s it. Contact me at  armandrosamilia@gmail.com and we can talk. 

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For the rest of today I’m going to run a mini-contest… I want to build up the followers on the Authors Supporting Our Troops Facebook page, so I’d love some help…

Anyone sharing the group on your Facebook page and letting people know what we’re trying to accomplish will get a free ‪#‎ASOT2014‬ sticker (shown) mailed to them. Also, random envelopes will contain other cool stuff (maybe bookmarks, coupon codes for free audiobooks and/or eBooks,etc.) and a lucky random winner will also get signed print books from me as well… how does that sound?

If you share the link to the group and say something about it, all you have to do is then PM me your physical address and I’ll begin sending out the thank-you envelopes until I run out of stickers (I think we have about 50 left, so hurry up!)

As always, thank you for the support! And we’re always looking for more soldiers in remote areas to send boxes of books to as well!

#NaNoWriMo: How to make writing a novel easier than it looks

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I write drafts for my novels at a rate of 1,000 words per hour. I can string more of those hours together if I plan ahead with a general outline, but I usually pants it rather than plot it. 

I think of my writing time in terms of word count and hours. Here’s why:

When I wrote This Plague of Days, I didn’t think in terms of hours then. I didn’t budget my time or work to a word count like it was a job. I just put my head down and wrote and revised many times, stealing time here and there without a real schedule. I can’t tell you how long it took to write that epic saga because I went through so many revisions. Also, because my approach was haphazard, I wrote slower then. Though I worked from an outline, the project took longer than it could…

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Guest Post: Denise Grover Swank

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Thirty-Three and a Half
Shenanigans
,
the sixth book in the USA Today bestselling Rose Gardner Mystery series will
release on November 4, 2014.
Rose is called into action
when Neely Kate’s cousin goes missing and the police refuse to 
take it seriously. But
while the authorities—Rose’s ex-boyfriend, included—are certain the missing
woman has run away, mounting evidence points to foul play. Rose agrees to
help her friend, even if it means partaking in
Neely Kate’s shenanigans, including 
an impromptu trip to a
strip club.
And because trouble never
comes without a guest, Skeeter Malcolm, Fenton County’s newly crowned
underground king, resurfaces, saying he needs Rose’s visionary gift to track
down his enemies. He makes her the only offer she can’t refuse: The guaranteed
safety of her assistant DA boyfriend, Mason Deveraux, who is being threatened
by forces unknown. The Fenton County law enforcement is still abuzz about the
infamous Lady in Black, who took part in the underground auction that earned
Skeeter his crown. Can Rose risk a reprisal of her role?
As the stakes
continue to rise and the search for Neely Kate’s cousin becomes increasingly
complicated, Rose must struggle to keep both her secret identity and her sanity.
iBooks:
 
 
 
 
THIRTY-THREE AND A HALF SHENANIGANS is an
iBooks Best Books of the Month in
 Australia and New Zealand!!!Rose Gardner is an endearing heroine who’s just
trying run a landscaping business, but her ability to glimpse the future keeps
putting her in harm’s way. The latest lighthearted installment in Denise Grover
Swank’s bestselling romantic suspense series should hook newcomers while
continuing to delight established fans. With
its small-town Arkansas setting, likable characters, old-fashioned mystery, and
easygoing humor, Thirty-Three and a Half Shenanigans is an entertaining weekend
read. 

–iBooks Editors’ Note

–iBooks Best Books of the Month, November 2014,
Australia and New Zealand

#ibooks #rosegardner

Cracking my eyes open. I glanced around the room. Everything looked fine
until I noticed specks of red all over my ivory comforter.
Red rose petals
were strewn all over my bed.

Shrieking, I sat up and scrambled backward, bumping into the headboard.Rose petals were scattered in a path that led from my bed out the open doorway
into the hall.

My heart hammering in my chest, I got out of bed and rounded the corner into
the hall, terrified of what I’d find. The petals continued down the hall and
led to my sofa, which was now covered in red splatters, eerily similar to
Momma’s sofa after her head had been bashed in by Daniel Crocker’s rolling pin.
I fought hysteria and swallowed to keep from throwing up as I inched closer,
terrified the red stains were blood. A wooden rolling pin covered in red on one
end lay on the middle cushion next to a geode with purple crystals, both
pinning a piece of paper in place. I carefully pulled the sheet out, my hand
shaking so hard I could barely read the handwritten note.

My dearest Rose,

You and I have business that I’m very much looking forward to finishing.

Eternally yours, Dan

 
New
York Times and USA Today bestselling author Denise Grover Swank was born in
Kansas City, Missouri and lived in the area until she was nineteen. Then she
became a nomadic gypsy, living in five cities, four states and ten houses over
the course of ten years before she moved back to her roots. She speaks English
and smattering of Spanish and Chinese which she learned through an intensive
Nick Jr. immersion period. Her hobbies include witty Facebook comments (in own
her mind) and dancing in her kitchen with her children. (Quite badly if you
believe her offspring.) Hidden talents include the gift of justification and
the ability to drink massive amounts of caffeine and still fall asleep within
two minutes. Her lack of the sense of smell allows her to perform many
unspeakable tasks.
 She has six children and hasn’t lost her sanity.
Or
so she leads you to believe.
Website: 
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Email: 
DeniseGroverSwank@gmail.com
 
 Denise Grover Swank, Amy Miles, Kristie
Cook, AnnaLisa Grant and Chanda Hahn
 will be touring the UK April 21-30th
2015!

We will be stopping
in London, York, Glasgow, Birmingham and Cardiff. Here’s the schedule:
Tuesday 21st April 2015

4pm – 7pm

Kensington Central Library

Phillimore Walk

London

W8 7RX

Thursday 23rd April 2015

3pm – 7pm

Hotel 53

53 Piccadilly

York

North Yorkshire

YO1 9PL

Saturday 25th April 2015

Glasgow

TBC

Tuesday 28th April 2015

5pm – 8pm

Library of Birmingham

Centenary Square

Broad Street

Birmingham

B1 2ND

Thursday 30th April 2015

3pm – 6:30pm

Cardiff Central Library

The Hayes

Cardiff

CF10 1FL

Space at the signings are limited. To guarantee you
get to meet the authors we are recommending that you purchase an exclusive book
bag for £5 and this will confirm your spot. Book bag purchases are not a
requirement but are recommended.

Here’s the link to purchase your book bag and
guarantee your spot at your desired location: 

Anti-NaNoWriMo Rants – Shut Up Already

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I am a big fan of NaNoWriMo. I do it most years as an added writing exercise because I try to hit the goal each month regardless. I have fun because many of my friends also do it and we encourage one another, I get a chance to go out around town and meet other writers who are doing it, and it is just a fun time. 

Then I read a bunch of posts bitching about how stupid it is and writing is not a race and they wouldn’t be caught dead doing it because they are seemingly too good and write all year and blah blah blah. 

Shut up.

The first year I did NaNoWriMo I was working a full-time 60 hour a week job. I wanted to see if I could do it. I was far from becoming a full-time writer and I just wanted to finish a longer story. So I did it. And then never stopped writing. I consider that 2007 November the kickstart to my writing career. 

And if everyone who ever said ‘I want to write a novel’ decided the motivation was to start it this month, why is that such a bad thing? Your post about them basically being pretenders to the throne you don’t occupy (how’s that day job?) sounds like sour grapes. What if someone else succeeds and jumps over you? You’ll still be trapped in that cubicle working 9-5 and daydreaming you’re a real author, I guess… 

Every author is quick to point out how much they help fellow authors… but your posts prove once again why your career is where it is… practice what you preach. You want to help out fellow authors?

Shut up and do your own shit quietly and let the rest of us doing NaNoWriMo have a fun month of writing and community…

#NaNoWriMo Day Three of Bleh

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This post will be short and sweet, filled with excuses and then a bold statement which may or may not come to fruition (I love using fruition whenever possible)

Excuses

Since the calendar flipped over to November 1st I have:

1. Been very, very sick. I know I’ve been very, very sick by the amount of times I’ve complained loudly to Special Gal by saying ‘I’m very, very sick’ to the point she keeps quiet but stares at pillows and other items and imagines putting them over my face to shut me up.

2. I went to a very cool surprise birthday party and met special people in Special Gal’s life. Only it was a 4 hour car ride (damn you, Orlando traffic!) and I felt like crap the entire time. Luckily, I hardly ever drive. Another reason Special Gal sometimes stares overlong at pillows and my face. 

3. The hotel room on Saturday night took turns being too cold and then too hot and the bed was horrible. Would it kill a good hotel to spend an extra buck on pillows that don’t fold down to paper-width as soon as my head hits them? Even if Special Gal wanted to kill me with these pillows I think I’d survive. If I got 3 hours of sleep I’d be surprised. 

4. The ride back to Jacksonville sucked because… yep… now we were both sick. We spent Sunday in different rooms moaning and napping on and off. Oh, and Thug Life was also sick when we got home. Three sick people. Not cool. 

5. I woke up this morning to the neighbor delivering fill to his yard. At 8 am on a Monday. Loudly with giant trucks. Of course, behind our house is a wetlands you’re not supposed to build on. The builders were very specific. You can’t build on it. The neighbor is obviously special, because he cut down about thirty feet behind his home to put in his own pool. I hope it sinks into an evil burial ground while he’s in the pool. 

6. I have 3 Arm Cast: Dead Sexy Horror Podcast interviews to do today. I can kinda breathe and can talk for short bursts and can cut out the hacking up a lung parts (I hope). I also have e-mails and Winter of Zombie Blog Tour 2014 things to get done and catch up on… and a million other things, like finding socks because my feet are cold right now and this is Florida and ridiculous I might need to put on pants another day and…

Bold Statement

By the end of November I WILL have my 50,000 words in on this thriller novel. You’ll see. But now I am 3 days in the hole and need to catch up…

Armand

Winter of Zombie Post List #WinterZombie2014

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Here is the complete list and link to every post for the Winter of Zombie Blog Tour 2014… updated daily!

Saturday November 1st

Kickoff! 

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Sunday November 2nd

Jack Wallen interview

Jaime Johnesee guest post

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Monday November 3rd

Mark Tufo teaser

Shawn Chesser interview

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Tuesday November 4th

John O’Brien guest post

Jack Wallen Interview

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Wednesday November 5th

Jay Wilburn teaser

Bobby Adair guest post

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Thursday November 6th

Eric A. Shelman interview

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Friday November 7th

Joe McKinney guest post

Jay Wilburn interview

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Saturday November 8th

Jack Wallen teaser

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Sunday November 9th

Jaime Johnesee interview

Shawn Chesser guest post

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Monday November 10th

John O’Brien guest post

Jay Wilburn guest post

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Tuesday November 11th

Armand Rosamilia interview

Eric A. Shelman interview

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Wednesday November 12th

Mark Tufo short story part 1

Bobby Adair interview

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Thursday November 13th

Mark Tufo short story part 2

Joe McKinney interview

Armand Rosamilia guest post

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Friday November 14th

Mark Tufo short part 3

Eric A. Shelman guest post

Jaime Johnesee interview

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Saturday November 15th

Shawn Chesser teaser

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Sunday November 16th

Jack Wallen guest post

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Monday November 17th

John O’Brien interview

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Tuesday November 18th

 Jay Wilburn teaser

Shawn Chesser interview

Joe McKinney guest post

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Wednesday November 19th

Joe McKinney teaser

Bobby Adair guest post

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Thursday November 20th

Jaime Johnesee teaser

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Friday November 21st

Jay Wilburn guest post

John O’Brien teaser

Mark Tufo interview

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Saturday November 22nd

Jay Wilburn interview

Jack Wallen guest post

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Sunday November 23rd

Jaime Johnesee guest post

Jack Wallen teaser

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Monday November 24th

Shawn Chesser guest post

Jaime Johnesee teaser

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Tuesday November 25th

Bobby Adair teaser

John O’Brien interview

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Wednesday November 26th

Jay Wilburn guest post

Eric A. Shelman guest post

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Thursday November 27th

Happy Thanksgiving!

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Friday November 28th

Mark Tufo interview

Armand Rosamilia interview

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Saturday November 29th

Armand Rosamilia guest post

Eric A. Shelman teaser

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Sunday November 30th

Jack Wallen guest post

Jaime Johnesee guest post

Winter of Zombie Blog Tour 2014 #WinterZombie2014

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Another November means another zombie blog tour!

 

The stench of frozen rotted meat is in the air! Welcome to the Winter of Zombie Blog Tour 2014, with 10 of the best zombie authors spreading the disease in the month of November.

 Armand Rosamilia

Mark Tufo

Joe McKinney

Bobby Adair

Eric A. Shelman

Jay Wilburn

John O’Brien

Jaime Johnesee

Jack Wallen

Shawn Chesser

Stop by the event page on Facebook so you don’t miss an interview, guest post or teaser… and pick up some great swag as well! Giveaways galore from most of the authors as well as interaction with them! #WinterZombie2014

 

https://www.facebook.com/events/1524813084430035/?ref_notif_type=plan_user_joined&source=1

 

AND so you don’t miss any of the posts in November, here’s the complete list, updated daily:

 

https://armandrosamilia.com/2014/11/01/winter-of-zombie-post-list-winterzombie2014/