Submission: Possible

We’ve completed our Submission Mission! 🙂 100 pieces of work submitted. The flip side of the mission was to have 12 pieces published – we’ve managed 1. But we’ve had a number of pieces shortlisted, which we’re pleased about. It means we’re on the right track.

We’ve finished redrafting Scott the Zombie 😦 so we’re taking a break from him for a while. He wasn’t pleased about this. Between you and us he cried a little. Ok, a lot. We had to lock him in his freezer when he threatened to eat our brains. He’s been threatening that a lot lately. So in the meantime we’re doing a final polish on  Majesty of Darkness, so we can send it to the Terry Pratchett prize, deadline Dec 31st. It doesn’t need a lot of work – just checking for errors (found some), taking out some words and making sure it reads well. We’ll be keeping everything crossed until March when the shortlist is announced.

Maybe 2011 will be the year of the Raven.

The end. Or is it?

Hey healthy, happy brains! Scott here! Hope you’re all keeping your brains inspired, creative and best of all, delicious. Right whilst my Necromancers are distracted listening to My Chemical Romance’s Danger Days album which they bought this morning, I’ve comandeered their blog. I’ve been away for far too long. Unfortunately being a zombie means my fingers have lost some dexterity so when they hog tie me and dump me in my freezer, I can’t escape. I’m formulating a plan to eat their brains. Gotta plan a really nice meal that will do their brains justice. They tell me they’ve finished the first redraft of my novel and have written four alternative endings. See at the end Tyler’s attacked. Save your tears. He had it coming. Yes he’s my best mate but he refuses to let me eat his brain. He even wrote it into his will. I told him a will written on the inside of a Cheerios packet wasn’t legally binding but he’d even convinced two people to sign as witnesses.

Anyhoo, the endings are all to do with what happens to Tyler after the attack. The plan is to give the endings to their mate Dave, who Tyler’s based on and ask him to pick his favourite. But seeing as Dave and Tyler are practically the same person (both being Chairman of the Apathy Committee) I’ll probably die of boredom waiting. And as my first death was very unglamorous and frankly embarrassing, dying of boredom isn’t the way I plan to go. My Necromancers have also being writing insert chapters, about half a page long to put between chapters. These follow different minor characters who reappear throughout the book. My Necromancers felt these characters needed more page time but as I’m the one telling the story you don’t get to know them very well. I’m ashamed to admit I threw a princess style tantrum over this. It’s MY freakin’ book! I don’t WANT to share it with these nobodies! I don’t care that they don’t get much page time. The book is Scott the Zombie, not Scott the Zombie and others. They should get their own freakin’ books!

All this talk about brains has made me hungry. Hmm. *sniffing enthusiastically* there’s a jogger approaching. Let me just open the window, get a better sniff. Oh yeah. He’s in a band. I could be the first zombie rock star! I’ll just sneak out and…stop struggling! I’ll chew my way into you if I have to, you wonderful delicious talented brain! Ooh yeah, that’s a nice juicy one. I think I’ll turn you into Scott’s Shepherd’s Surprise. Mmmmmmm.

Gone but never Forgotten

We’d like to say a big THANK YOU to all the men and women who have fought and died for their country and to all those who are still fighting. Hope everyone’s wearing their poppies and participated in the 2 minute silence this morning. After all they’ve done for us, it’s the least we can do for them. We’re also saluting them by having a photo of our grampy in his RAF uniform in 1941 as our profile pic on Facebook. A lot of our FB friends have done the same – we got the idea from them and it seems a nice tribute to everyone who has ever served their country.

Your sacrifices will never be forgotten.

This was Halloween!

We’re wearing our black veils of mourning. Halloween is dead 😦 We have to wait a whole year before we can resurrect it from its cold black ashes.

Wow. We’ve been eating gloom cookies. In the meantime, Halloween rocked! On Saturday we went to Tredegar House for a tour. We dressed as corpse brides, complete with blood streaked faces,  our mum as a midnight spirit. And it bloody poured. No bride wants rain on her wedding night. So we took our skull print umbrellas. We had to queue in a big tent like cattle. Everyone stared as we walked in. Turned out, we were the ONLY ONES dressed up! What is WRONG with people? It’s Halloween, they’re at a Halloween event and they look like they’re waiting in a supermarket queue! Other people who were dressed up eventually showed, though we clearly made the most effort with our outfits. Mind you, we get excited about Halloween soon as September rears its ugly head. Why is there always an annoying gobshite teenage girl at every event we go to? And we ended up stuck by her for the entire tour, mainly because this 17 yr old boy she was clinging to kept hanging out with us, probably to escape from her. She was unbelievably rude, talking loudly during performances in each room, trying to get her phone to ring her back (even though we were all told to switch them off) just so people would look at her. We wanted to smack her in the face and stamp on her phone. That would’ve got people looking at her. We were so tempted to boot her down the stairs as we moved on but our mum held us back. Probably because she wanted to be the one to do it 😀 The tour was great, everyone but was us screaming (sorry but it wasn’t that scary) and it was hilarious watching guys chase the guests with chainsaws.Corpse Brides

On Halloween we went to Littledean Jail. It’s supposedly haunted and it’s filled with crime and film memorabelia. It would’ve been better had the jail part been just a jail without the celebrity scandals adorning each wall but it was fascinating seeing the jail how it used to be. We lounged on the old wooden beds (no Sky TV & pool tables back then), sat in Old Smokey, the electric chair and handcuffed ourselves to the inner gates. Yes, we took handcuffs. Well, it is a jail. There were lots of stuff on the Kray twins, such as Ron’s suit and knuckle duster and various tools of their trade. We also did comic poses with the various mannequins. We’d like to claim the skeleton's from a real murder victim. L-R Lynx, Catinebriation but no-one ever got drunk on Red Bull at 3pm.stocks & scares. L-R Lynx, Cat

For those who remember our submission mission, we’re up to 97! We sent a collection of 30 poems off and have just submitted Scott’s second short story. We’re going  to smash our 100 pieces of work target. We wouldn’t have made it without the poetry collection. We’ve always been way too ambitious and imaginative for our own good. Nothing good ever came from our imaginations. Except Scott the Zombie. And maybe the various song lyrics we’ve changed to dedicate to Red Bull.