" Here, in this literary forsaken den, we had
gathered, spilling out our hearts and emotions onto twenty pound bond in double-spaced black ink,
always in an attempt to move closer to the edge of the publishing abyss. Those of us who made it
worked our poems and prose onto a hook as one might an earthworm and flung it as far as we could
into the swirling maelstrom of unpublished manuscripts. Some only got a nibble; some a bite, but in
landing our catch, each of us was careful that the literary trophy bass we longed for wasn’t a
bottom feeding carp."