Thursday, December 22, 2011

Happy Holidays!

In case you haven't seen this, my holiday gift to you:




Tuesday, December 20, 2011

Happy Release Day!

Zombie Tag by Hannah Moskowitz is out today!


To see the rules and how to play zombie tag, click here


Saturday, December 17, 2011

ZOMBIE TAG Contest Winner

I loved reading the entries for the Zombie Tag Contest. Some of the zombie descriptions creeped me out of course, but I suppose I was asking for it.

Best Professor
Professor John from Cloth Dragon 12:09 PM: The spatula he waved clashed with his Oxford image. Grease splattered the blackboard and dribbled through words in green chalk. Love, death, vase, and window.


Best Sacrifice
RachelMaryBean 12:38 PM

Best Use of My Typo, "DeathLove"
Marsha Sigman 6:05 PM

Best Eggs as Brains Analogy
Book Butler 9:27 PM

Best Zombie Romance Descriptions
abrielle1 11:48 PM

My Favorite Line
GS Marlene 3:02 PM: Her makeup must have been applied with a spatula.


Best News Report
Chris Patterson 4:53 PM

Best Zombie Names
Rachel Harrie 8:31 PM

Creepiest!
caccindy 10:45 AM: "Then I heard the low moan and felt teeth on my head."

Best Voice (and best use of the Kansas City Shuffle!)
Alex 1:19 PM

Runner up
Reagan Phillips 3:19 PM

“Annie!” 
I knew the voice, Paul Owens, football team captain. 
Anticipation sped my heartbeat. Just hearing the rest of his pack chanting “tap that” made me want this more. 
“You’re hard to catch.” He tossed and caught his football like some clever joke. 
You could love a guy’s hair, but hate the rest of him. 
“Walk you home?” He asked. 
My heart fluttered; I was about to squash him—he was like a cockroach against a spatula. 
“You know the kid with Downs?” 
“Yeah! Zombie boy eat brains!” He chanted. 
“He’s my brother.” 
“Fumble.” A teammate coughed. 
Death to pride.



And the winner is...


DavidSimon4449

Welcome to the Kill Grill, have a seat. Relax, your secret’s safe with me. You can drape yourself in entrails and fool the deadheads, but I can clock a live one, being one myself. Turns out, zombies love their meat cooked, so they let us live, long as we serve up our fellow man. It’s a living. What’s that? Us are me and the big fella back there with the spatula, my cook, Brother Deathlove. Got “death” and “love” tattooed on his knuckles. Says “hate” lacks commitment. Here’s your grub, better act like ya like it. Wanna live? Eat brains!


Email me your address and I'll send you the book!

Friday, December 9, 2011

A Year in NY

My sister emailed me a link to this video and said it was pretty awesome. It is.

Monday, December 5, 2011

Win a Copy of ZOMBIE TAG!



This is the fabulous debut novel by Hannah Moskowitz, and you have a chance to win it!


Here's what you've have to do.

Write a story, one hundred words or fewer, using these words:

Zombie 
Spatula
Brother
DeathLove

Bonus Points if you use the phrase "Eat brains!"

Contest open internationally. It starts NOW, and runs through midnight Thursday December 8th. Post your entry in the comments section.

Enter as many times as you want.

Friday, December 2, 2011

First Page Shooter #13

Word Count: 78,000
Title: The Morphine Murders


Original Text:

Raina tensed as Tyler embraced her with a tenderness that contradicted his strength. He brushed the back of his hand along her cheek and swept her dark hair from her face. She felt his heartbeat while he held her against his chest, placed his hand at the back of her head, and kissed her for the first time. Raina relaxed into his arms.

Together they reclined onto the couch, still entwined and engaged in their kiss. She opened her eyes and focused beyond Tyler to the high ceiling of his living room. It seemed so far away, as did Danny, her boyfriend.

The thought of Danny burned her already flushed face. Raina put her hands flat against Tyler’s chest. His warmth heated her palms, making her hesitate. She wanted to pull him back to her, but instead watched him move away without any resistance.

“I should go,” she said.

She adjusted her tank top and pulled her hair into a clip. Tyler touched her shoulder and followed her to the door as though nothing was wrong. They gazed at each other, momentarily allowing their passion to erase all other thoughts. She squeezed his hand and then headed to her car, already anticipating the awkwardness for when she saw him at work the following day.

She sped away with the convertible top up. As his house disappeared from sight in her rearview mirror, her phone rang.

“I know, I know. I’m late. I’ll explain when I get there,” Raina said.

 How? How was she going to explain?

With Suzie's Comments:

Before we start, I have two main problems with this.


1. It's a lot of telling. I don't feel what the character is feeling, and there should be a lot of emotion here.


2. I also feel really dropped into the middle of things. And while I usually like being dropped in the middle of the action, I'm wondering if this is a right moment. I feel more confused and a little turned off than intrigued.


Raina tensed (why? Is this good tense or bad tense?) as Tyler embraced her with a tenderness that contradicted his strength (I do like this detail about him). He brushed the back of his hand along her cheek (the back of his hand? that's an odd way to do it, isn't it?) and swept her dark hair from her face. (what else does she feel? This should be swoonworthy, right?) She felt his heartbeat while he held her against his chest., placed his hand at the back of her head, and kissed her for the first time. (Describe the kiss. If this is the FIRST KISS and this is supposed to be swoonworthy, draw it out a little more) Raina relaxed into his arms.

Together they reclined onto the couch, still entwined and engaged in their kiss. She opened her eyes and focused beyond Tyler to the high ceiling of his living room. It seemed so far away, as did Danny, her boyfriend.

Reclining on the couch threw me off guard a little. I guess because I'd been imagining them standing. It feels awkward. As the transition to her thoughts of Danny doesn't work. She notices the high ceiling? How boring must that kiss have been? And oh yeah, her boyfriend is far away. It's too anticlimactic. And it makes her seem very nonchalant and unemotional.

The thought of Danny burned her already flushed face. Raina put her hands flat against Tyler’s chest. His warmth heated her palms, making her hesitate. She wanted to pull him back to her, but instead watched him move away without any resistance.

Now they both seem unemotional...

“I should go,” she said.

She adjusted her tank top and pulled her hair into a clip. Tyler touched her shoulder and followed her to the door as though nothing was wrong. They gazed at each other, momentarily allowing their passion to erase all other thoughts. (huh? What passion? Show that passion somehow.) She squeezed his hand and then headed to her car, already anticipating the awkwardness for when she saw him at work the following day.

She sped away with the convertible top up. As his house disappeared from sight in her rearview mirror, her phone rang.

“I know, I know. I’m late. I’ll explain when I get there,” Raina said.

 How? How was she going to explain?

I don't feel anxious for Raina, because I don't feel like I know anything about her yet. And I don't relate to her yet. We need to know more about her, about Tyler, about why she's making out with him while Danny is at home, if I'm going to be hooked and want to read more.

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1. I drink so much orange soda, it's probably running through my veins. I've been known to go through a twelve pack of diet sunkist in a day.

2. I'm legitimately nocturnal (or a vampire). I will be so exhausted at two pm that I'm falling asleep standing up - it has happened before, at Six Flags no less - but as soon as the sun goes down I'm wide awake.

3. I have a gorgeous unused $6000 Reem Acra wedding dress hanging in my closet, and it showed up on my doorstep the same day my (now ex) fiance broke up with me. And thank God for that. I wouldn't have wanted to waste that dress on him.

4. Social anxiety plagues me daily. I write a script and practice in front of the mirror when I have to make a phone call, but most people who interact with me have no idea how nervous I am (or perhaps they lie) because I've worked so hard to try to overcome it.

5. I'm actually worried that I will never love my children (when I do have them in the far off future) as much as I love my dogs. I just like animals better than people - they're sweet and innocent and soft and furry - is that so wrong?