I suppose all possible puns/infusions/scrap-heaping has already been done with the word "blog" but I still find it amusing to try to work it into every post. This one is totally inscrutable. Anyone who guesses what I'm going for wins . . . a free subscription to Fence. That's what I have to offer, it seems.
I've been reveling in the freaky cold August, watching my tomato plants suffer the potato famine, all manner of sun-loving hot-weather organisms turn their faces resignedly down. Gnats reveling, orbiting. My husband with his usual sagacity suggested that it might be interesting for me to blog about literary finances, meaning in this case: How has or hasn't the economic downturn affected small press publishing, in light of its being kind of mostly outside of the usual stream of finances? In that most literary presses are run as nonprofit orgs and/or financed by an individual of means.
Well, honey, I guess you could say--and I think this is what he wanted me to get at--it's kind of an interesting time to be a small press publisher, in light of the above. It's kind of like being a homeopathic doctor when Americans "suddenly realize" (the Brits have a great word for this: it's one word: what is it: anyone who writes in with the right answer gets a free subscription to . . . Fence) that homeopathic medicine really works, just as at the same time the health care system is reformed such that preventative care is supported thus rendering most druggedy-drug medication unnecessary.
It's fun to see the crappedy-crap-crap fall away. I hope to have good news for you shortly.
Born and raised in New York City, Rebecca Wolff earned an MFA from the Iowa Writers’ Workshop. Her poetry...
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