A rare moment of self-publicity in a rare post. One which doesn’t involve psychological navel-gazing obfuscated via a gauze of impenetrable prose, either. Which is rare.
A couple of entries back, I mentioned in passing — via a link that I’m assuming you didn’t click, because no one clicks links from blogs anymore — that I ran an online literary journal for three years. Some of you might remember Writers’ Bloc from the dim and distant past, but it wasn’t that one. No, it was another one that, for a time, overlapped with Writer’s Bloc. Yes, I know what you’re saying to yourself. “Who does he think he is, editing two literary journals?” Well, I’m either incredibly self-confident, mad, greedy or have far too much time on my hands. (Hint: it’s the last three.)
That other online literary journal was called > kill author. I edited it anonymously (for various reasons that are too long-winded and dull to go into here, but you could always click the link to find out more rather than ignoring it) from July 2009 until August this year. There were twenty issues in total, which between them published the work of over four hundred writers. It was pretty good, even if I do say so myself. But then I was only editing it rather than writing the stories and poetry.
At the end of the final issue, primarily to put myself off the idea of bringing back the journal at a future date (I don’t like bands reuniting for “just one more tour”, tottering around in their over-tight jeans pretending they’re still young), I revealed my identity. Thanks to the virtual nature of the internet, I wasn’t able to hear the readers’ response of unimpressed sighs and disappointed grumbles. It’s more likely, anyway, that the only sound that greeted this news was the delicate swish of tumbleweed blowing across the prairie.
However, as a result of this underwhelming announcement, a thoroughly decent chap called Joseph Scapellato flattered me by requesting an interview. I’m not immune to having my ego massaged, I’m afraid, so I agreed to it. He then asked me a number of probing questions about the whys, the wherefores and the what-the-bloody-hell-were-you-thinkings of editing > kill author.
You can read the interview here, if you want, in a blog post on the fine and widely admired PANK Magazine. If you don’t want to read it, I’ll understand; just imagine how witty, incisive and thought-provoking I was in my answers. If you do read it, just imagine how witty, incisive and thought-provoking I could have been in my answers.