Tie an Old Gray Ribbon

Like a zombie, I rise from my grave of silence and wangst to once again plague teh intarwebz with my particular brand of lunacy. Which is appropriate, since May is Zombie Awareness Month, even though I am a slack-ass and a week late in announcing it.

Take comfort in the fact that if I were a zombie, I couldn't be arsed to come eat your brains. So I have that going for me, at least.

At any rate, things are returning to normal here at Chateau Palette. Mom has recovered from her surgery quite well, and is out and about. While she isn't back to her full routine of running miles in the morning and doing Shotokan Karate at night (she's a second-degree black belt at 70, y'all), we all know that's just a matter of time as she rebuilds her stamina. So despite the extreme inconvenience of the surgery, everything is much better now.

Regarding the wangsty poetry and video clips of a few weeks ago: don't ask. Just don't. I had a rough patch, but things are looking vaguely better in the long term, and that's really all I care to tell for right now.

I keep meaning to get back to doing some actual writing, and one of these days that's going to happen. I want to make the next installments of Curse/Or and Pellatarrum happen sooner rather than later, but my ability to write is apparently a fickle bitch with ADD on a sugar binge/ The best I can promise folks right now is that I've been going over Octane with a fine toothed comb, and have asked other people to do the same. I think that all of the problems with that story have been worked out and now it's just a matter of implementing the changes and polishing the final product. When that happens I will post it here.

And in honor of the month, as well as in an attempt to wake from my torpor and get back into the habit of writing again, all of this week is Zombie Week. Yes, this is the inevitable return to the obsessive hobby that is my Z-Kit! Expect essays on not only the material components thereof, but also on the theory behind it and the implementation of same.

Grr. Argh. Brains.