When I was 19 I filled a large section of a college ruled notebook with a zombie epic that was as terribly written as it was derivative of other people’s work. It was cliched, hackneyed but, dammit, it was something I cared deeply about.
It was called THE ZOMBIE CHRONICLES (Yah, I know…) and it was the first long form effort I had ever made in writing. I stayed in every night for months writing it. I skipped out on parties, hang outs, dates, and every imaginable teenage social obligation just to complete this novella I was so sure would catapult me to a career as a respected author.
Growing older, one will see the loss of more and more loved ones, whether family or friends. As fans, we also are witness to the loss of beloved entertainers, with more and more impactful ones happening as time goes by. For many of us, films from the 70’s and 80’s were what molded us into the horror fans that we are today. The stars of these films sadly aren’t immortalized at the time of those films heydays, so eventually they too shuffle loose this mortal coil. And unlike in the film FINAL GIRLS, there is no going into the film to save them.