Everybody's Learnin' How...
See, what did I tell you? It only took a month for another post to appear. Amazing. Must be divine inspiration. Or guilt. Massive, unrelenting, writer's guilt brought on by my lack of a personal connection with my legion of fans. Yes, all of you. All three of you. Bob, deedee, and Sue. Can't get much more personal than that!
(If I failed to mention you by name, Welcome #4! Your Team Rob Fan Club Starter Kit is in the mail.*)
But enough about you. This is my blog and you wouldn't be here if you weren't interested in me. Unless you were looking for undead Frankie and Annette, but what are the chances, really? Does sound like a winner, though, right? Seriously, why has no one done Malibu Surf Zombies? Think SoCal Shaun of the Dead. Oh, man, that's a winner. I know I said no more dead, but that's too good. Hang on...
Okay, there's a straight up surf rock band called Surf Zombies, so I guess we'll have to go with Zombie Clambake for the name. I can dig it. Of course, I do see the inevitable bikini-clad zombie coming into play. Can't say I ever really understood the sexy undead thing. Sexy ghost maybe, but rotting corpses and flesh wounds? No thanks.
Have I mentioned I'm not really a fan of hardcore horror? I know, I know. Born on Halloween, writes about dead things, worships Stephen King, doesn't like horror. Makes no sense. I guess I dig the scary and spooky stuff, just not the really violent, gory stuff. Unless there are zombies involved, which makes it all a bit silly.
Heh. Where was I? Talking about myself. Right. Progress report: Wyldes 2, writing; TV things (detective series, sitcom), waiting for a meeting and DOA, respectively; other written works, many, in progress. I did finally learn how to design and build websites. Seemed like a good skill to have. Expect a redesign any day now.
More interesting: I think I'm going to put up a few short stories in the near future. I've got a bunch, some even finished. Not enough for a collection, so I might as well share, right? Right.
Stay tuned.
*You realize it's not, but how cool would that be?
(If I failed to mention you by name, Welcome #4! Your Team Rob Fan Club Starter Kit is in the mail.*)
But enough about you. This is my blog and you wouldn't be here if you weren't interested in me. Unless you were looking for undead Frankie and Annette, but what are the chances, really? Does sound like a winner, though, right? Seriously, why has no one done Malibu Surf Zombies? Think SoCal Shaun of the Dead. Oh, man, that's a winner. I know I said no more dead, but that's too good. Hang on...
Okay, there's a straight up surf rock band called Surf Zombies, so I guess we'll have to go with Zombie Clambake for the name. I can dig it. Of course, I do see the inevitable bikini-clad zombie coming into play. Can't say I ever really understood the sexy undead thing. Sexy ghost maybe, but rotting corpses and flesh wounds? No thanks.
Have I mentioned I'm not really a fan of hardcore horror? I know, I know. Born on Halloween, writes about dead things, worships Stephen King, doesn't like horror. Makes no sense. I guess I dig the scary and spooky stuff, just not the really violent, gory stuff. Unless there are zombies involved, which makes it all a bit silly.
Heh. Where was I? Talking about myself. Right. Progress report: Wyldes 2, writing; TV things (detective series, sitcom), waiting for a meeting and DOA, respectively; other written works, many, in progress. I did finally learn how to design and build websites. Seemed like a good skill to have. Expect a redesign any day now.
More interesting: I think I'm going to put up a few short stories in the near future. I've got a bunch, some even finished. Not enough for a collection, so I might as well share, right? Right.
Stay tuned.
*You realize it's not, but how cool would that be?
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television,
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Forever and a Day
Yes, it has been a long time since my last communication. I didn't want to overload you with my ramblings. Quite generous of me, don't you think? Oh, yes, I'm always thinking of you.
Well, that's over. Like the zombies I've so often write about, it's time for me to rise from the grave, shamble on down the street, and bite into some tasty brainstuffs. Or perhaps a jelly donut. Truth be told, I'd prefer the later. A nice Blue Star dulce de leche, to be precise. Mmmm...fancy junk food.
Actually, it's probably time to move on from mostly deceased characters. The next Wyldes book (yes, there is one and it will be published...eventually) scales back on the garden variety zombies. The Hanged Man is still around, natch, but his partners in undead crime this time around are...different. Bigger. Stronger. Faster. Six million dollar zombies? Not exactly, although I may have to write that book. (Zombie Steve Austin? More like Zombie Steve Awesome!) Let's just say there's more of a Jekyll and Hyde thing going on in the sequel.
But Wyldes 2 may not be the next long-winded thing that bears my name. I've actually being playing in the TV sandbox, once again throwing my precious words at the all mighty glowing rectangle that dominates the family room. Inspired? Sure. Desperate? Maybe. I did rather enjoy True Detective, so it's certainly possible for a novelist to find a place on TV. One of the pilots I wrote was even a detective series set in New Orleans. Fewer reference to the Yellow King, although I may have to change that if it gets picked up. Hey, it's not like TD actually went anywhere with that.
So, more writing, more blogging, more donuts. Yep, that about sums it up. See you soon.
Well, that's over. Like the zombies I've so often write about, it's time for me to rise from the grave, shamble on down the street, and bite into some tasty brainstuffs. Or perhaps a jelly donut. Truth be told, I'd prefer the later. A nice Blue Star dulce de leche, to be precise. Mmmm...fancy junk food.
Actually, it's probably time to move on from mostly deceased characters. The next Wyldes book (yes, there is one and it will be published...eventually) scales back on the garden variety zombies. The Hanged Man is still around, natch, but his partners in undead crime this time around are...different. Bigger. Stronger. Faster. Six million dollar zombies? Not exactly, although I may have to write that book. (Zombie Steve Austin? More like Zombie Steve Awesome!) Let's just say there's more of a Jekyll and Hyde thing going on in the sequel.
But Wyldes 2 may not be the next long-winded thing that bears my name. I've actually being playing in the TV sandbox, once again throwing my precious words at the all mighty glowing rectangle that dominates the family room. Inspired? Sure. Desperate? Maybe. I did rather enjoy True Detective, so it's certainly possible for a novelist to find a place on TV. One of the pilots I wrote was even a detective series set in New Orleans. Fewer reference to the Yellow King, although I may have to change that if it gets picked up. Hey, it's not like TD actually went anywhere with that.
So, more writing, more blogging, more donuts. Yep, that about sums it up. See you soon.
Labels:
Hollow Mountain,
Portlandtown,
television,
writing
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