Diary of a Mad Editor

Time is not you’re friend.

No, it’s not. You’ve got almighty death tugging at you at one end and Time is right there on the other end giving you a good hard shove.

What that song lyric? "Another year older and deeper in debt." Yeah, that’s about the size of it.

I had intended to publish new issues of 13thWR and Gnome, during the months of November and December 2009. Initially, I was sidetracked by my involvement in NanoWriMo — at least that was my excuse for abandoning that project. I got back to business just after Thanksgiving, after making my word count, but a few withdrawals from simultaneous submitters and other impatient contributors delayed me again. This time, I just said, "fuck it," and decided to set everything aside for the holiday, because, sometimes you just feel weary, irrelevant and utterly pointless and feel the need to reach for the Samsonite luggage and make a quick getaway.

Of course, the new year brings with it a sense of impending doom right along with all that possibility with Time and Mister Death doing the ole Texas two-Step.

So I opened my email earlier in the week to get a leg up on unfinished business and discovered a lot more submissions arrived during my two and a half week siesta than I’d anticipated. Reading submissions is a tedious job and I only have so much time to read them so . . . As it stands I have no clue when I will publish those two issues. Both are nearly done, but not quite ready to go live. And with a bunch of unrelated personal shit coming the next couple of months and this month already nearly half-over, I’m thinking about taking another indefinite break. I may not even post regularly to this blog in the near future (not that anyone cares — even thought the stats suggest otherwise, sometimes I think no one reads this blog).

Maybe I’m just depressed. Time is not my friend.