From the beginning I promised myself I would never cop-out and would remain true to what I believed I could write best-ghost stories.
Now, I find that the stories I enjoyed writing, nobody cares about and I have committed the ultimate sin and sold my soul for the chance of a few dollars.
I reach the point where the only thing left for me is to write a zombie story-which my editor enjoyed-and hope my inner writer can forgive this transgression and sin.
I set foot on this path to perdition for two selfish reasons:- A) To see if I was capable of writing in a genre to which I have no interest and B) To prove to myself that any story with either a zombie on the cover or about zombies will sell.
This last experiment bears little too my real writing, and is only a foolish experiment doomed to fail.