Become a ZomBee Hunter

ZomBee on roids? Maybe. Maybe so.



During the height of my procrastination yesterday, I discovered ZOMBEES!

According to a study, Zombie Flies infect bees with a virus that causes the bees to exhibit "zombie-like behavior." The halmark characteristic of the ZomBee is the abandonment of its hive at night. If I'm reading the study correctly, the ZomBee then becomes accutely attracted to nearby light where it then becomes stranded and dies.

Sounds like a zombie virus to me.

I think I'll become a hunter of these ZomBees.

Homes For Your Zombie Apocalypse



Living is hard to do. Dying? Well, that can be harder, especially when it means having zombies gnoshing on your grey matter bits.

Realtor.com has put together 16 of the best houses to help you survive a zombie apocalypse. These places can get a little pricey, so I would suggest befriending the owners now while there is still time. That way, when all hell breaks loose and the dead break for lunch, you can have a posh place to stay while you wait out the rotting meat bags that want your head on a platter.

Mind Blown: Writers League of Texas Agents Conference

I walked into the Hyatt with trepidation. I knew no one that was to attend the agents conference. The revelations came at me fast, though. Most everyone there had the same or similar misgivings about themselves, their work, and how their pitches would hold up to an agent's scrutiny. It made me feel better knowing that I wasn't alone. That lasted until the conference volunteer called me into the pitch room. The fear returned.

I didn't need to worry, though. The pitch session was fantastic. I met with an awesome agent with a great personality. She expressed genuine interest in my ideas.

Now comes the hard part. I need to spit-shine the sample chapters and construct a pristine synopsis.

If anyone out there is currently repped or looking for an agent and you have some advice, please leave a comment with your best suggestions.

Here we go.

Man with a Pipe and a Fiat

On my commute to work yesterday, I saw a small man in a smiling new Fiat. I knew the man was small. He was in a Fiat, after all.

He looked to be in his late 20s. When I saw his eyes, they were half-lidded and relaxed. He could have been driving through the countryside on a Sunday instead of the Interstate during afternoon rush hour.

Perhaps most interesting of all, he was smoking a long, wooden pipe. Even from my vehicle, I could see the pipe flash its careful gloss.

The man leaned back in his seat and puffed. And puffed. Garfield eyes.

He strolled through the Land of Contentedness.

I wanted to be there, too.

Have any of you seen something interesting during your commute or other daily drudgery that just made you think?