...and do I really want to know?
Last week was just weird for me. Paid the bills. Got depressed over the shrinking savings, the lagging sales of my book. Then I got really depressed. Or maybe it was an anxiety attack that kept me up that night. I’m guessing it was a little of both. It got so bad at one point I was having trouble breathing. I thought about riding out to Wally World and pricing handguns.
Fortunately, one of the symptoms of my depression was an aversion to getting up and going anywhere. Hell, I let my leaking, dysfunctional Jeep sit for a week before I took it in to be repaired. Just $1,200 for a new radiator and water pump. Yeah, no reason to get depressed, right? I should learn gratitude. After all, I’ve yet to max out the credit card.
|Zombie juice. It's what's for breakfast.|
I thought, shit, if no one’s reading the blog, then I can write whatever I want! The I realized I should be doing that already. If I don’t have haters it’s past time to get some. Which reminds me—Bleeding Kansas picked up a couple of haters on Amazon last week.
More specifically, the hero Derek Grace did. It turns out that being unemployed for four years and resenting it really pisses some people off. How dare that man get angry at the world for marginalizing him!
Some of the reaction was genuinely funny. Although I’m well aware of the Cult of Keeping It Positive™! that pervades U.S. culture (or as I mentally refer to it “Smile While You’re Sodomized!”), I had no idea having “nothing nice to say about about anyone” was such a heinous thoughtcrime.
Or, for that matter, that a character I’ve lived with for going on two years now doesn’t have anything nice to say about anyone. Sure, Mr. Grace is a little prickly. But how did anyone miss the guilt that drove Grace to tip the cab driver who came into work spreading germs (when Grace, of all people, cannot afford to get sick) and nearly wrecking the cab in Chapter 1?
For these people, Grace’s politically incorrect attitude eclipsed Tanner’s sadistic streak (the cougar in the lobby, the woman and her son at the airport), the sleaziness of Evans, the creepiness of Dr. Hearn, the rich, full-bodied evil of Kerch, and whatever the hell is up with Rebecca, Queen of Hell.
It occurs to me that most people have a rule about zombie apocalypses—any conflict, really—and that’s that the people involved have to be worth saving. Which I understand. But I can’t help but note the irony that these people, who are so offended by the negativity of my character, are so focused on the negativity that they miss Grace's interaction with Angie the Desk Girl, the sweet, nurturing nature of Krystal and—okay, so that's all I've got.
Right. Well, it’s good these people got off the train now, because The Resilient is going into some seriously dark and toxic territory. I’ll make sure to put warnings on the cover and in the promotional material. I should be more focused with my marketing anyway, such as it is.
So, hey, check me out. Getting all worked up over my book. I really should get back to work. And stop reading my reviews. And learn some gratitude: I wrote a character with an actual personality. A jolly polarizing one, at that. You don't see that in too many other books. That, as Hemingway would observe, is something.
I understand there's something going on with Syria. We're going to war again and damn the expense. A former Disney Channel child star made a salacious ass out of herself on an awards show.
Anything else I should know about?
For more on my take on the zombie apocalypse, read my answer to the question posed to me by James Robert Smith on his Zombie Horrors page.