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I suppose we need it, but now we've reached saturation and all that is left is the 'flooding', which will be ironic as we are still technically in a drought here in central Iowa. The forty degree weather and rainy days really seem to make me want to write more. I take this as a sign to move to Seattle, or maybe Sitka?

In other news I've not been too diligent about updating the website lately, nor Facebook, nor...well anything. I have been writing sporadically a bit on Undead Advantage and a bit on Fraser, but really my productivity had gone to the dogs lately. I keep thinking there will come a time when I have TIME to write and that things will be 'all better' then. That is simply not true, there is NO time to write except the time I make and I've been putting other things ahead of sitting my ass in a seat in front of a computer.

More snow is heading my way. I sort of think zombies would be way outclassed in deep heavy snow. Not my zombies, at least not all of them, but the slow Romero zombies wouldn't stand much of a chance, would they? This is assuming they don't freeze, if they froze, a la Brooks, then they would be really easy to deal with or ignore. I'd like to think that they wouldn't freeze though, I mean having to lumber slowly through the deep snow as a shambler would be enough of a handicap for the living on snowshoes or skis.

I was driving home well after sunset tonight, coming back to the restful embrace of hearth and family in the darkness when the spider fell out from under the dash and landed on my left leg. The palm sized body of the beast sported short, sausage like appendages with wiry hair like bristles from a tooth brush that pressed through the fabric of my jeans as it made its way up my leg. I didn’t swerve, I didn’t shriek like a little kid scared out of what few wits I have left. I just kept my eyes and the truck on the road. “This isn’t real. There is no spider.” I told myself.

Finding a break is sometimes difficult, no? I pretty much reserve Saturday nights as a sacrosanct time to just sit and ponder the week, a bit of enforced R&R, if you will. Lately though my Saturdays have been filled with work unfinished, tainting the evening with a worrisome furrowing of my brow. Hard to be all “Let’s whoop it up!” when you’re thinking of the problems left unfinished. Or maybe if I had just tried this…or that… All of this garbage has been vehicle related lately too, no major medical, no dying relatives, no snow removal. Cars.

Well, I made it, we made it rather. It's 2013 and by now I'm hoping you have all recovered from your hang overs and are ready to get to work. On what? On anything! Be fruitful and multiply! For my part I've been running four different directions and as what happens so often in this case I don't get far in any of them.