Trabuco Road Delenda Erat
(Vince, you out there? How’d I do on my conjugation?)
Closed shop on my spec-fic literary magazine dream. Officially. It’s probably been dead since last summer — at least, in my heart. I feel bad for holding onto some stories over that time. It’s probably not the biggest crime ever committed by an editor, but maybe it is. Ultimately, though:
- It wasn’t as interesting as I’d hoped.
- The reading market really isn’t demanding that another web-zine exist.
- In fact, we had far more submitters than readers. Far. More.
- I couldn’t get anything written while working on TR.
- After the second issue, I started to doubt that running the mag would expedite my ascent to King of the World.
- My slush readers were fantastic (many sincere thanks).
And hopefully someone knocks off my layout approach. I really think that’s the way to go for online literary journals: make it look more like print. Print looks that way because it’s easier to read serifed fonts, loosened leading, ten-ish words per line, and indented paragraphs over the long-haul, not just because it’s a different medium. IMHO. Always IMHO.
Bleib schoen gesund.