When in doubt, just add zombies.

Why hello there, boils and ghouls! (I'm having trouble letting Halloween go.) I intended to make this post on the thirty-first, but my favorite holiday got away with me.

Yes, it's November, that special month when millions of people collectively lose their minds and decide to write a whole novel in thirty short days. This is my second year playing along, after spending most of the summer and fall alternating between lazy and crazy (of the not-fun kind). I had intended to write the last Super book for this year's NaNoWriMo, but after Bonnie's book imploded on me so hard I decided to step back and reassess. The plots of books four and five are just too tightly intertwined for me not to have them un-fucked before I try the grand finale.

So instead I'm writing a standalone horror novel I outlined in a white heat about three years ago, shortly after learning that certain members of my family robbed my father's house within twenty-four hours of his death. Yes, I am getting belated catharsis through zombies. I changed my mind about two days before NaNoWriMo began, so I have no idea where the original outline is at this point, but I still remember enough of the key scenes to get very, very excited about the chance to finally putting them to paper.

Now, in matters of my other work: Leech, the third Super book (and last year's NaNoWriMo project) is finally edited up to be all shiny and ready to go as soon as I get a cover for it. My photographer is in the last trimester of a hard pregnancy, though, so I'm not giving a release date just yet. I'm pretty excited about this book, I must say; I wrote it only weeks after deciding that Super would be six books long, and several themes and characters who will be important down the line make their first appearance here.