Last week saw the launch of a project dear to my heart–the new issue of Tahoma Literary Review. It was last November that Joe Ponepinto and I began to design the philosophy, business model, production schedule, and aesthetic vision that would become the journal. We had been keeping our ears to the literary tectonic plates, listening to the rumbles of discontent from writers about how few paying venues the literary market offers, and how little creative writing seems to be valued by the wider culture. We saw a gap in the market, and through many meetings, hammerings-out-of-numbers, and general strategizing, we came up with what we thought–hoped–would be a project that would address the needs and wants of the literary community.
Happily, the literary world seems to be on board with what we’re doing. Not only has our business model proven to be both tenable and sustainable, we’re also pleased as punch about the quality of work we have in our pages.
You can have a look at our current issue here (print and Kindle versions are for sale, but several other digital format, including those for iBooks and Nook, are free!), listen to contributors read their work, or even just peruse our blog.
Beyond the fact that the launch was a success from both aesthetic and business standpoints, it was also one of the most personally gratifying publishing experiences I’ve had to date. On the day of the journal’s launch, my husband asked me, “so, it’s done? Really done? Where was all the crying?” Now, I can’t promise that Joe and Yi Shun didn’t shed any tears over last-minute excitement that inevitably arises with publishing enterprises, but that this was a tear-free week for me was rather remarkable. Continue reading