JASON L. KEENE

So many projects, so little time.  You know the drill: wake up with an idea, start work on it, get interrupted halfway through by the day job.  By the time you get home you’re so razzled by the work day that the idea just isn’t feeling as fresh as it was that morning.  Perhaps it’s the fatigue, perhaps the caffeine-downer kicking it.  You’re tired, listless, and want to do nothing more than kick back and relax for the night.

Saddle up, sap-sucker…now it’s time to write!

“Now?” you say with your hands falling to your sides, feigning death.  Yes, NOW.  Get that lazy ass over to the keyboard and get to stroking–keys, you pervert–and weave that story.

With the new rush of arctic fuckery brewing through the Appalachian region, I have found myself unable to go to work.  That means several things: low pay this week; time to finish putting primer up in the baby’s room; take advantage of extra downtime to work on projects.  “What projects,” you may be asking yourself.  Well, I’ll tell you, there’s enough to keep a man occupied.

Although I should be devoting the majority of my writing time to submissions with reading periods that are drawing very near to a close (several instantly come to mind: promises to dear old/new friends, well-paying placements, etc.), I find that my mind wants to wander to other waters.  The Void calls to me.  And hopefully, when I’m finished, The Void will call to you as well.  I’ve bounced the ideas concerning this particular set of mythos off of several confidantes whom I trust whole-heartedly, and it has been geniunely well received.  Sitting back and looking at the world it encapsulates is dreadful, as it seems that one could spend their entire writing life poking through its dark corridors and barely scratching the surface of what lies beneath.  But after all, that’s what makes it a mythos, isn’t it?  Bless you Lovecraft, you diabolically attrocious bastard!

And so, when asked “what did you do on your snow day?”, I will kindly respond: I entered The Void.  I played around there, bought the T-shirt, and then finished priming the baby’s room.

With that said, it’s back to work for me.