Tuesday, October 20, 2009


What? That’s his name. And the love of his life, Ima Dead, currently resides just one grave over. Their love affair was the stuff that long, sprawling songs are made of: “Frankie and Johnny,” or even Cash’s “Delia’s Gone”…the kind of thing that ends in cheating and gunshots…

At least, that’s what I tell people when they see the cemetery I’ve got out front, which gets a new headstone just about every single day…and don’t even get me started on the backstory I invented for Frank N. Stein, who’s the newest addition to the graveyard, chains, bashed-in skull and all…

…I mean, you can’t expect a writer to just turn off her story-telling when she gets up from her desk, now, can you?


  1. Haha. I'd love to see your house! Seymore bones =D

  2. I love this! So funny!

  3. Haha this is so cute! I should really decorate for Halloween one year..

  4. Lol, nice cementary! You HAVE to tell me where you got those awesome looking bones and tombstone. The ones over here look all fake and rubbery. :(


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