There are two reasons why I don’t have a tattoo. The first is because my mother is secretly a Bolton and a would take a tattoo as a sign to flay me alive.

The second reason is because I cannot imagine committing to anything enough to want it inked onto my skin forever.

This sort of relates to my seeming inability to blog regularly. I guess I fear commitment of any kind.

So I’ll just get to it. I have been writing, just not for me; I’m doing a lot of ghostwriting these days, which hasn’t left a ton of time for my own work. And to be honest, there’s a limit on how much creative juice I’ve got in me per day. The work I do for my clients always comes first, which means if I’m mentally wiped by the end of the day, well, my books can wait.

The end result of this is I haven’t released a Blackmore book in almost two years. I am pretty sure whatever readers I have left have given up. I did manage to get off my ass long enough to read the Nook Press agreement, sign it in blood, and get the zombie books back up on B&N. So I’ve got that going for me. Echoes is stuck in Nook Press processing hell, which apparently happens (and B&N doesn’t seem interested in answering my emails) so I’m still in a holding pattern there.

Anyway. The dry spell is about to end. It’s not zombies, but it’s a book. And it’s very close.

I forgot to update my spam-blocking plugin, and woke up to lots of fun Penis Enhancement comments on “Welcome Home” and a couple of other posts. Fun!

Always update your spam blocker, folks.

I’ve been watching World Without End on Netflix. I’m digging the costumes and the music, but the storyline…well, I’ve heard the book was much better and the miniseries has deviated quite a bit from the novel’s plot.

The miniseries, from what I can see, is about the long-suffering Caris, who only has one facial expression, and Godwyn, who was brought up by Miranda Hobbes Petranilla, and between the two of them, they engage on a merry killing spree through Kingsbridge and beyond. All in the name of God and family, of course.

Hmm. Merry killing spree makes the show sound better than it is. This isn’t some sort of medieval crime spree. More like a family saga gone horribly wrong.

With that said, I am enjoying it.

Holy shit, Godwyn just bit Matthias.

Is it wrong that I kind of hope this turns out to be a closeted medieval zombie flick? Hey, it is the Black Death.

I admit it: I ragged on this movie when I first saw the trailer because Darth Maul is in it.

I’m not kidding, by the way. Check out the comparison pic I linked to above. Maul didn’t die, he just grew out his hair (what he could of it) and headed to Earth, where he makes an honest living terrorizing children gifted at astral projecting.

Look, it’s hard for a Sith to find work these days, okay?

Kidding aside, the movie had some good scary moments, and once it was over…well, I couldn’t sleep because every time I dozed off, my subconscious became legitimately afraid that a crazy old demon lady was going to come and possess my body while I dreamed.

So I kept waking myself up.

Folks, it was not a good night.

I did see that Netflix added a bunch of new horror movies, so I’m sure I’ll check out some of them. Supernatural stuff tends to get to me more than the blood n’guts (Insidious had very little gore), so maybe I’ll indulge in some good ghost movies.

Or maybe I’ll decide sleep is important and save the scary stuff for the weekends.

In other news, I’ve become obsessed with Dragonvale.