It's the end of an era, the first (second) day of the rest of our lives, a new dawn. The bell cannot be un-rung. These past couple of days have been the first chord of a song destined to elegantly rise in heat and volume as this crashing, grinning cycle spools toward an eventual crescendo of awesomeness.
In other words: submissions for the debut issue have been closed.
In more words: we are reading, stocking our spreadsheet like a wrong but gorgeous lake, full of your tropical fish. Let us get out our poles!
Tangentially: we've been on a real simile kick lately, huh?
In closing: thank you to all who have submitted. We'll respond just as quickly as we can.
The issue should go live in late autumn.
And we cannot, just cannot, wait.
Furiously Treading Cool Water with Your Pretty Fins All Around Us,