Over at
insideadog, Maureen Johnson is putting to the test the theory that all books are made better with a zombie.
And you're invited! Transform a work of existing literature by
adding a zombie. You might even win a prize...
Here's examples from
Maureen,
Justine and
Scott. And here's mine, with apologies to Walt Whitman:
O ZOMBIE! my Zombie! our fearful trip is done;
Our bodies weather'd every whack, the brains we sought are nom nom nom;
Our lunch is near, the bells I hear, the people all screaming,
While follow eyes the zombie reel, our onslaught grim and daring:
But O brains! brains! brains!
O the bleeding drops of red,
Where on the deck my dinner lies,
Fallen cold and dead.

A first post by a new writer here at The Bookshop Blog. Scott Davis runs an Amazon Store as well as an eBay Store. Check out his sites..
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What Doesn’t Kill You Only Makes You Stronger
As an online bookseller on Amazon, I’d grown used to perusing the local thrift shops at my leisure; my area was not exactly a hotbed of booksellers. Of course, there were many Ebay sellers who sometimes grabbed obviously expensive books, but until recently, my smartphone and I had our way with the locally available “inventory.”
Until late last year …
A competitor showed up, complete with fancy phone and a scouting service. And she was buying “my” books. I was flabbergasted, and, after some thought, more than a little worried. After all, I was a small seller, comparably, and got a good portion of my inventory from the local thrift shops. To share the wealth, so to speak, would greatly reduce my wealth.
I was not a happy scouter … until I remembered an incident when I first started selling online.
I was in a thrift store, looking at the books, saw a set of six Left Behind books, and grabbed them. A gentleman who also was looking at the books asked me if I was a reader or a dealer. Feigning innocence, I said reader, and asked him what he meant by “dealer.” He went on to explain to me about book selling, Amazon, etc., information that I already knew. I innocently asked him how much he made selling books. While I don’t remember the exact amount he told me, I remember being astounded, and, to be honest, somewhat skeptical. But, I decided at that point, that if good money was to be made selling books, I was going to get a piece of the proverbial pie. After several months of heavy book scouting at that location and others, I realized that I had never seen that gentleman again.
Did my entry into the marketplace force him out of the online book business? I don’t know. However, with the situation now somewhat reversed, I could either meekly accept the increased competition, and lower income, or I could use this perceived adversity to kick my business up a notch.
I chose the latter, and haven’t looked back.
Next time, we’ll talk about scoping out your competition.
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Funny! Is make Whitman even gooder.
If only one could make a living putting zombies in everything . . .
Justine
I think that's ingenious Lili
Hah! This is genious, Lilliputian, even better than 'In My Pants.'
(Ps - why does zombie me have to be such a damn overactor? Although at least Zombie Jelly does not look as bad as Gymkhana Jelly. PAH.)
Maureen's zombie competition is over, so I thought I'd put my entry here. It cannibalises Lord of the Flies and makes the zombie a passive character, which I think is softer, and exposes the vulnerable side of the undead...
The rock struck the zombie with a glancing blow from chin to knee; the conch exploded into a thousand white fragments and ceased to exist. The zombie, saying nothing, with no time even for a grunt, traveled through the air sideways from the rock, turning over as it went. The rock bounced twice and was lost in the forest. The zombie flew forty feet and landed on its back across the square red rock in the sea. Its head opened up and stuff came out and turned red. The zombie's arms and legs twitched a bit, like pig's after it had been killed. Then the sea breathed again a long,slow sigh, the water boiled white and pink over the rock; and when it went sucking back again, the body of the zombie was gone.
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