Coffee…my best friend. It’s like Night of the Living Dead in my head until I’ve had at least two cups. Seriously, I’m brainless. I walk into walls. Fortunately, I just poured my third cup, so I’m good.
So, the magazine…a lot is happening, and I’m extremely excited. With it comes a lot of new responsibilities. Mostly, it entails sending and receiving emails. It seems it is all I do. I have been given a bunch of new responsibilities, no real direction except my experience, and an outdated list of staff writers to complete it. Therefore, I have been uber-busy trying to piece together a staff and make sure we have good content going into the Winter Issue. I think I have succeeded.
The staff that remains at Carpe Nocturne are the ones I would have hand picked to stay anyways. So that is good. I would rather have a smaller group of quality writers, than a multitude of mediocre ones. Also, there is a new addition, Asylum Attendant, and one former writer who I was able to bring back, Krystalle Voecks. I am not the type of person to just take anyone, and I feel confidant about my choices.
One of the difficult things about my current position is this…at Carpe Nocturne, we cover a broad range of cultures. Industrial, Goth, Punk, Steampunk, I can go on. I need to make sure each is represented in every issue. I mean, I don’t technically have to, but I will. It’s a little bit of a juggling act at times.
Ok, now I have to go make a cake. Yes, I can bake too. It’s going to be a peanut butter pound cake with chocolate chips and a peanut butter glaze. Afterwards, I’ll probably send and reply to some emails. I also have to touch up the interview I just conducted with Chibi of The Birthday Massacre, do a CD review of Stoneburner, and write an article on a benefit concert being performed for a woman who was attacked and nearly killed in her home. This is to say I will do this unless I end up sending and replying to emails instead, Lol.
Here is a band I discovered last night, and am totally digging…LIGHTS
Michael Jack 