Curse You, Shortest Month! and the Sky is Falling

I'm sick again--I haven't been sick twice in one year (let alone within one month) since 2003. Ahhhrrg.

What does everyone think about the Navy shooting down the damaged spy satellite earlier this week? Are you relieved that the "bus sized" hunk of space junk won't be landing on your roof? Are you sad that said vehicle won't be contaminating key suburban water supplies with its deadly space gases, thus ushering in the inevitable Zombie Apocalypse? Are you wondering what the government was really up to? Upon hearing the news, were you so relieved that you did a quick Watusi around the room, shouting "U.S.A! U.S.A!" in a Homeresque (the Simpson, not the Greek) voice?

Any or all of the above? Me, too.

Also wondering if my current sickness has anything to do with the release of those deadly space gasses.

Happy Valentine's Day

I noticed the other day that someone had tagged Generation Dead as "Paranormal Romance" on a book retailing site. This made me smile.

Why? Because it reminds me of my own long held belief, one that was firmly fixed in my mind as I was writing the novel. Namely, the belief that all true love is paranormal.

Whether it is for one's spouse, significant other, pet, parent, child, or friend, love is at base essence inexplicable, unquantifiable, "not scientifically explainable", to quote my Webster's definition of "paranormal".

Thought for the day:

"When the power of love overcomes the love of power, the world will know peace."
-Jimi Hendrix


One last thought, now that I have revealed my Inner Hippie. I haven't blogged for a week, and yet I have a huge stack of freshly inked manuscript pages from a new novel on my desk! Coincidence, or conspiracy? You know how I'd vote!