As other people have noted, this was a surprisingly tough one… my initial responses tended to be either too small (insignificant) or too unweildy (lifelong). So. I’m going with one that will definitely take me all summer and will also change my life for the better: Finish the next issue of my literary magazine, Swivel.
Thanks to a recent slew of paid freelance work (a good thing) I’ve fallen seriously behind on my labor of love. Lots of people have been asking me, “When’s the next issue coming out? Hasn’t it been quite a while since the last one?” It’s pretty amazing to hear that people are eager for the next issue, but it’s been hanging so heavily over my head for months, every time someone inquires I get a serious stab of anxiety. The guilt – the sensation that I should be working on it at any and every free moment – is awful.
It’s a ton of work for zero dollars, but it’s immensely satisfying to have a finished issue in hand (and in bookstores). And I still really believe that Swivel fills a void on the literary landscape. Providing a venue for witty women writers is essential. So I’m going to do it. Pronto.
