Blogging and Zombies

This blogging thing is an entirely new idea for me.  If you knew my family, you would wonder how talking in any form could be difficult, but nevertheless, it is at least right now.  The women in my family have the ability to talk a bullet through kevlar.  This is a well documented fact.  And yet, ask me about my writing and I will revert to something similar to a three year old who just got caught eating a goldfish.  Which is one reason that I felt blogging would be a good idea.  After all, it won't do me much good to get an agent interested in me if I can't articulate my goals and ideas to them. 

For me, writing is like a zombie (and I've met a few zombies in my time) because no matter what you do to the thing, it's still there, screaming for brains and crawling around getting underfoot.  The only way to get rid of it is either feed it or cut it's head off, and even the latter doesn't always work, sometimes you just end up with two zombies, like a fishing worm cut in half that just crawls off in two directions.   I prefer to feed my writing zombie, it's less messy and I don't have the floor space for more than one crawling around anyway.  Speaking of which, the thing is having a fit at the moment, demanding that I do something with it, so I'll leave this second post of my life as it is, a bit about blogging and a little about zombies, and go feed my own little undead, brain consuming obsession.....