And the longer we wait, the closer baby's birthday will be to Christmas, for which he/she will never forgive his/her parents (at least during the teen years).
In the mean time, I'm writing about zombies, but doing so on my terms:
Had I known I’d be shot in the back, I might have stayed in my bunk.
(Here's a dirty little secret: editors of small press mags might shy away from zombies, but the e-reading public sure doesn't.)
Booooks, booooks, booooks...