I Have To Do Something

Windjammer Press needs to come back. Last year, I allowed one bitter message board moderator to convince me that the site didn't hold merit, that it wasn't doing anyone any favors. And while it's true that my site will more than likely never be a stepping stone to anyone's literary career--well, if you're only in it for the money then you're doing it wrong. Call me a Socialist, whatever. If I have to bill the site as a personally curated museum of wonders, then that will have to do the trick.

One thing it does need is a board of its own--some way for visitors and contributors to interact, discuss the writing showcased on the site. If I build it, maybe they will come.

I'm off to go see when my renewal is due; tonight I'll speak with my uncle about giving the pages a facelift (something he's expressed interest in already). Maybe if I can keep this boulder rolling I'll start feeling more like a poet again.