I wasn’t sure about this. Started out as a place t share rejected stories with M.P. Fitzgerald after a massive contest with Chuck P.
Then shit got weird so we wuilt a publication in between everything else. The novel. The work. Life,
Somewhere in the middle of it I remembered why I started writing. Not the queries. Not the entrepreneur brain asking if this scales.
Just the work. Just that feeling when something stops you cold.
That’s why this exists and will continue to grow.
Five writers in it. Readers voting right now. Results public.
I don’t know how far this goes.
Let’s find out.
— George