Lately my mind has been running itself ragged with the idea of starting my own literary magazine. Because, you know, I didn’t have anything else to do… like work on my novels. I’ve been making a lot of progress on my fantasy novel, and it would really suck to arrest that progress just to work on a completely new project. But I guess that’s how it is for some writers: we go for the new and shiny, instead of finishing one thing at a time.

And this magazine idea has been consuming me, especially when it’s time to go to sleep. Last night I was up for two hours after lights-out thinking about the magazine and what would go into it — the website, the print version, the e-reader version, the Kickstarter, the Patreon, the submissions page, the amount of words per issue, the non-fiction articles, the letter from the editor, the frequency with which the magazine will be released, the other people I might ask to work on it with me, the slush pile, the acceptances and rejections, and so on.

I guess I could work on my novel in the mornings and the magazine in the evenings. It would be more productive than sitting around watching Stargate SG-1, yes, but… but do I really want to go down this rabbit hole?

Somehow, I think I do.

Wish me luck.