Announcement
My loves, I'm opening my own press in 2025! Most of you know that I’ve been writing novels and poems and stories and songs all of my life. I used to dream that I’d find a champion (or several, ha!) to usher my works into the world and assuage my cravings for legitimacy, validation, compensation, and attention. Prestige even. Respect. I worked very hard to find those connections and even tested a few out (agents and editors and the like). I networked my ass off. I signed contracts and worked revisions and navigated obstacles. I felt the exhilaration of progress and the despair of failure. Ultimately, I was told, again and again, that my work wasn't quite marketable. It was "beautifully written" (hmmm), but a bit too "quiet" (boring?) and "literary" (craft focused? wordy? overwrought?) to easily shelve or reliably sell. The thing is, I like quiet and literary. It's honestly what I like to read, and what I want to write. I could change all of that