Dave Navarro, tattoos, and the importance of staying true to your readers.

Dave Navarro wants more zombies.

Me too. I love zombie flicks and books, and if you watch The Walking Dead on AMC, like me, you probably watched the after show, Talking Dead.  Because can you ever get enough of walking dead people, really?  

On the after show, Rocker Dave Navarro was in the guest love seat, and I mean really, this guy is amazing; the hair, the clothes . . . the eyebrows!  But he's one of us. During the show, Navaro told the producer he'd like to see the show return to basics.  On our behalf, the vocally challenged and less tattooed viewer, Navarro became our delegate, and asked for more zombies.

Long live Navarro.

Navarro commented, whilst looking quite amazing in his rocker snap pants and Roman numeral knuckle tattoos,  that he found the pre-season series engaging, but mundane, the plot focused on the living and healing, their relationships. Dave said the producers forgot we tuned in to see walking dead people. The zombie sightings dried up. Shriveled. Left on the side of the road by Lori's smashed up Taurus.

Navarro was not pleased, and he let the producer know. 

And you know? Navarro's 's right.  I notice this divergence in many popular fiction sequels: in companion titles, often authors get caught up in personal subplots, whether it's narcissistic self-grieving for MIA vampires, or not returning quickly enough to the arena. As writers, we need to remember what's important.  Zombies. Vampires. Giving our readers the fix.

And, yes, more zombies.

There are Zombies in La Chaux-de-Fonds! I know, right?

One of the fun by-products of creating a novel is the seemingly very un-Kevin Bacon related bizarre facts and events one discovers during research.  For example: you probably don't know that a small part of my novel in progress is set in Switzerland, in a small town called La Chaux-de Fonds. You haven't been? Well, sacre blue!  Neither have I, but thanks to the internet and YouTube we can travel across the ocean and beyond without removing our butt from chair. So it happened, that while researching this small French speaking town in Western Switzerland I discovered something amazing:  Zombies. Yes. Zombies. And I do love me some zombies (though I don't write about them, I do like to be scared about them).

So, merci, and thanks, YouTube, for allowing me to witness a mash-up of two obsessions: La Chaux-de-Fonds, a blink-and-you miss it village across the world; and, the undead.  Here they are below, mashed up for the win. And hey, who knew: zombies speak French.