What? Huh? I’m here, I’m here. It’s been rather a balance between writing and writing about not writing, and the former will always win out. So a status update. Week three was a success, a short story but one I feel good about. Really, as I’m getting back into a habit of writing, I’m getting happier and happier with what I’m writing. Week four is off to a slow start because I had a major certification exam yesterday, and was cramming for and taking that rather than working on my silly little short stories. With that out of the way, I’ve got a shortened week of three days to get this week’s story finished.

So…I guess right now I am writing about not writing. Oops.

This week’s story will be the first in what I hope will be a series of me exploring various, not genres, but subgenres. Ones that fascinate me, ones I think I can do, and even a few I think I can’t do. This week’s story is meant to be a direct homage to the first person horror pulp stories of the 20s and 30s, primarily the more journal style Lovecraft pieces. It’s inspired loosely by a novel that my lovely and talented girlfriend is working on, and the working title right now is The Queen of Helmeth.