There’s about a month until the deadline for the first issue of Wonderlust, and I admit I’m beginning to worry. I was hoping for a bit more of an influx of submissions and instead I’ve received…three: some poetry and cover art. Reblogs on tumblr have slowed to a crawl and instead of excited anticipation at each email notification buzzing on my phone, I’m laden more and more often with preemptive disappointment.
This is one of the biggest projects I’ve worked on alone, and my impatience and excitement are spawning loads of insecurity. Do I have enough of a reach to get any submissions? Am I too boring for people to be interested in submitting? Am I too aggressive with my posts? Am I reblogging and tweeting too much? I DON’T KNOW. All I’m doing is worrying, and I think we can all agree that’s not going to be helpful in the long run.
I just want this to be successful, and for that to be even remotely possible, I need more than a couple of submissions. This isn’t a project that I can carry the bulk of. This is a comp zine; it takes more than my efforts alone.
One of my bigger-yet-achievable dreams over the past few years was to start some kind of literary zine. I looked into a variety of publishing formats, from Issuu to a WordPress site to tumblr, but I decided on print because I can’t shake the idea of people being able to physically read and reread pieces someone else has written, not because I have anything against digital versions, but because I think there’s something to be said for having a copy you can keep on your desk or your shelf or, if you’re like me, your milk crate beside your desk. And I finally put forth the effort to work on this project, so I can’t help feeling a little anxious about how well it’s going to turn out.