I live just outside Raleigh, North Carolina. I've only been professionally published once, in last fall's edition of Flashquake online magazine, but I hope it's the start of something long term. I'm happily married, and I'm the father to two beautiful little girls, ages five and two, who will never be allowed to date boys, drive cars that are transporting boys, nor ride in cars to places where boys are present, or wear non-Amish-spinster-approved clothing in front of boys. I love horror movies, rhythmic noise, peanut butter, and the Munsters, not necessarily in that order. Please feel free to contact me if you want; I'd love to hear what you thought of the book. My e-mail address is zombieapocalypse at earthlink.net. Thanks for reading.

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• Voices on May 03, 2011
  
  I think Ms. Ericson has written a really good story here. It moves along at a good clip and I think she did a bang-up job setting the tone of Tom's confusion without confusing the reader in the process. Perhaps she could have taken a bit more time explaining the meteors that are obviously at the root of what's happening to Tom; instead of being mysterious, they are presented rather clumsily as a plot element. Ms. Ericson's style, in this piece, is a little workman-like. If she decides to go back into the story and magnify the unknown qualities of the meteors, and expand on how the world and Tom have viewed them the last few days, this might go a long way toward livening up the prose. Last but not least I have to admit that I enjoy reading a story where the author doesn't simply wrap things up in a nice little bow. She's left the reader wanting to know more about what's happened without being obtuse and intentionally trying to confuse him. All around a good strong story that with a little work could be even stronger.
  
• The Flesh is Not Weak on May 03, 2011
  
  I thought this was a really well written story. Malady and Dodd have wonderful voices that enrich the story greatly. That seemed to be the story's strong point: the vernacular of the characters. Kudos for having the cojones to let Dodd use the n-word; it's not a nice word to hear but it fits in his mouth like his own rotten teeth. The plot moves along at a fast clip. There seemed to be no rough spots in the story's flow, and the grisly hints given to us of Dodd's shack at the end were perfect. My only negative comment would be about the cover image. It really has nothing to do with the story, but of course takes nothing away from it.
  
• Slag Attack on Nov. 29, 2011
  
  I had never read any Bizarro fiction before Slag Attack came to my attention, and now I'm torn. Is Mr. Prunty the best Bizarro author there is, or is it all this good? Slag Attack is a juggernaut of a novel that hits the ground running and doesn't let up until the very last sentence, bringing us the stories of people living through the end of the world, or trying to, anyway. The stories interrelate with each other beautifully and unpredictably, leading the reader from one end of the apocalypse to the other while ordinary people become heroes, heroes become villains, and villains become robots. Mr. Prunty's imagination works in ways far beyond the ordinary writer's, making illogical and seemingly nonsensical ideas work together like the gears in a clock (the savior of mankind living in a detective's hollowed-out eye socket, a woman whose uncontrollable need to shout out the names of rock stars forestalls the apocalypse, a man who drills a hole in his own head and installs a car antenna so that he can hear what regular people can't). I'm glad I found Mr. Prunty's fiction and I look forward to reading more of it. To top it all off, it's free, at least for today, so you're doing yourself a grave disservice by not reading it immediately. Congratulations, Mr. Prunty, on such a fantastic story!
  
• Something Wicked... on Jan. 12, 2012
  
  I usually don't find the subject of coulrophobia to be particularly interesting, but I thought Mr. Mather did a very fine job of making Bojangles creepy as hell (but with all due respect, still not as creepy as Tim Curry's Pennywise the Dancing Clown!). He also does a fine job of making the story's main character, Harold Harper, sympathetic, despite the old man's questionable past, as well as building up a suitable sense of dread as the past unveils itself to him. All in all, a fine effort.
  
• The Tale of Noah on Jan. 23, 2012
  
  I thought the story was very creative, funny as hell, and I applaud Mr. Linahan for having the stones to write it. Do yourself a favor and take off your blinders, open yourself up to different view points; you'll be surprised at what you might find there.
  
• Kepler-22b on Jan. 23, 2012
  
  A taut, well-written story told with verve and care. I only wish it was longer.