I am not sure why my first book is about fairies, since I obviously have a thing for zombies.
Zombies. Yum. Love them. Got to see 28 Weeks Later over the weekend. Now, this wasn't just a nonstop gorefest (although it was that), but it also had its touching moments, too. A lot can be said about a movie that makes you think, wow, actually, I have it pretty good.
Yes, of course, I'm not currently being chased by zombies. So yeah, obviously I have it better than the people in the movie.
But not only that. In the movie, the guy and his wife are being chased by zombies. The zombies begin to close in on her, and what does the loving husband do? Does he run in and save her? No! He gets the hell out of there, leaving her to face the zombies on her own. Somehow, she ends up surviving, and miraculously, though she's infected, doesn't become a zombie. She gets taken to the hospital, where her husband, who's been feeling guilty this whole time, sees her and begs her forgiveness. The wife, out of the goodness of her heart, tells him, that's okay, I love you anyway. Then he kisses her, gets infected, and eats her.
I don't think there's any way possible to have worse romantic luck than that.
So yeah, my hubby sometimes buys stupid things in O scale. He sometimes leaves me alone, while I feel like throwing up a lung, to take care of the baby. And every once in awhile he'll eat the last donut I was saving for breakfast. But he's never left me to fend for myself in a room full of zombies, or gouged my eyes out before gnawing out my vocal chords.
Yet.
I guess what I'm meaning to say is that nothing in life is perfect. I learned that last week, after working on my revisions for my novel for the fourth week in a row. Every time I opened up the document, I found something that could change. Something that needed work. And you know what I realized? I probably could have opened up that document from now until the zombie apolocalypse and still found things that I hated. That's why, when I thought I had sufficiently addressed everything on my editor's "to-change" list, I cut the ties and handed it over.
Yes, it's far from perfect. I doubt it will ever be. But it sure beats getting chewed on by a zombie. Life is pretty much great.
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