The mid to late 1990s were a swampy time for fledgling writers.
Not only did we have speculative fiction authors to look up to - sci fi / fantasy / dark fantasy greats ranging from Neil Gaiman to Anne Rice - but we had a new tool: Digital.
Digital didn't mean just the World Wide Web, though there was that. It meant digital print - scanning images to a 3.5" inch floppy disk to snail mail in a carefully padded and weighed package to a potential publisher, or cheap editing software and printers to publish our very own kitchen sink press 'zines. We had the WWW at 28.8kB/sec where "every bit is equal" to emerge from the muck like Swamp Thing. These were innocent times, the age of dragonflies and mossy logs so organic as to give you the creeps. We never anticipated the Kardashians to take over, for our darkly transgressive literature to become usurped by sex tapes for clothing and perfume lines. We mistook a sunset for a sunrise, and soon the cacophony of everyone talking at once drowned out anyone without money and a major media tie-in.
But we were as creative and experimental af.
I had over 100 fantasy stories published in those bayous we collectively called spec 'zines, as well as dark fantasy, sci fi, new age, and the ubiquitous "unclassifiable" that helped us define Web 1.0. I set goals, and I moved deeper into commercial work. Consumer magazines under dozens of pseudonyms. Then newspapers...business planning, grant writing, marketing...soon marketing on the Web because, hey, it's there.
The hard reality of an Old Order metastasized through our muddy shores once teeming with life, and I woke up one day seeking three levels of approval to post 140 characters for a company.
On these pages, I plan to revisit and re-publish some of those older fantasy works. Some edited, some revised, some re-imagined and others just cut-and-paste. Maybe some entirely new things too, but I'm in no hurry now. No youthful pride remains to prove myself with 5000 words a day or 5 publications a month. This is the first dot com I've created in my own name, and I'm on solid enough ground to not think about "writing for a living." I did that, and it brought me here. I look forward to seeing where a return to the dark bog may lead.