I love paranormal romance. I write paranormal romance. But I’ll never write about a zombie. Zombies absolutely creep me out, and I don’t even want to think about them. I was recently at a show where there were a lot of vendor booths and there was this stone (or ceramic, I don’t know) zombie that looked like it was coming out of the ground. Ew.
Ok, I’m going to get a little gross here, so you may not want to read on. Can you imagine writing a paranormal romance about a zombie? Just think about it. The female main character is kissing a male zombie. His tongue is in her mouth. He steps away…and his tongue is still in her mouth. Or she’s kissing him on the neck…and she has to spit stuff out. Hey, I told you it was gross! I warned you! I usually don’t say stuff like this, but my mind sometimes goes places it really shouldn’t go.
Now back to my real, normal world where I’m the nice, mild mannered author most people think I am.
reminds me of an american werewolf in london where his neck sloughs
Or The Fly where Jeff Goldblum’s body parts start coming off.