Guest post: Julianne Snow, author of Days With the Undead

Today, hot on the heels of my interview with Julianne Snow on her new zombie novel, Days with the Undead, Julianne has kindly agreed to write a guest post for As You Were.  She touches on a subject near and dear to my heart, the influence of music on an author’s writing. Without further ado, take it away Julianne…

The zombiepocalypse comes to Canada

Today I’m pleased to present an interview with a Canadian zombie writer, a none-too-subtle reference to Julianne Snow, which should come as no surprise to those of you who follow her (@CdnZmbiRytr) on Twitter.

Julianne is in the midst of a marathon blog tour for her new novel, Days With the Undead, which brings her her to As you Were today.

Julianne was born in Toronto, Ont., where she still lives, and was the only girl in a family with four children.

She got her taste for horror early, watching Alien at age four with the rest of her family (her older siblings chickened out, but Julianne hung in till the end).

Zombies, werewolves and writing, oh my!

Things have been quiet here at As You Were this week, but that’s because I’ve been working on two interviews to bring you, both with writers of new monster tales.

Under construction

Hey all:

I know it’s been a long stretch since the last post, but real life intrudes, with my work-in-progress, some freelance work, and oh yeah — full-time work and parenting! I could put up a few more previously published pieces, but I have been trying to avoid doing too many of those in a row.

For the well-dressed monster geek

Sometimes you need the right apparel for when you're on an express elevator to hell, going down... or if you just don't like the cornbread, either.

It could be said I have an overabundance of t-shirts. This despite the fact I routinely purge them every five to ten years. All those heavy-metal concert shirts from the ’80s? Gone. All my theatre shirts from the ’90s? Gone. Well, hm, wait, a stash of them has been discovered in an old dresser at the lake. Do I toss them out? What a sartorial dilemma. I only have one torso…