Getting my zombie on

Today I became a zombie.

Well, technically I put on fake flesh wounds and grey make up and commuted (yes, via tube & train) to my first book tour event for ‘Memoirs of a Neurotic Zombie.’

Commuting in London rush hour this morning, I half expected a few people to at least blink, and even storm out of the carriage in fear of a zombie apocalypse.

Zombie at rush hour

I mean, I could have been patient zero of the armageddon.  But no, steadfast Londoners barely looked up from CandyCrush or their Metro freesheets to notice a zombie walking among them.

But, by the time I reached the Library in Cirencester (for their wonderful Literary Festival), at least I wasn’t alone.

my zom-buds

I talked to an enthusiastic group of young people and their parents about the zombie genre, and the importance of empathy…even weaving in a little Atticus Finch into the mix.

quoting Harper Lee

We all bonded over our love (and sometimes fear) of zombies.

the undead walk the library

And after a fun zombie walk around the Cirencester Library, I headed home, commuting once again through cool, totally unphased London.  But at least I did make a little friend…

And if you’d like to get your zombie on too, please join me tomorrow (July 30th) at West End Lane Books in West Hampstead for the launch party for ‘Memoirs of a Neurotic Zombie’.  Be there, or risk getting eaten by a zombie!