The third Mouldwarp Press Presents anthology has been submitted to CreateSpace and will be available shortly. After the relative flood of submissions to the first volume, I haven't had nearly as much luck with subsequent ones. This will be the second consecutive one to feature two stories, with one of them being mine. The good news is that both of them featured return contributors from the first volume, and Barbarian Translation - The Trojan War will feature a story from one of my good friends from WriteClubCo, Christy Wiabel, one of those genuinely good people that're so hard to find.
MPP exists at all because I wanted to make good with my own past experiences with anthology startups. If there's another volume, I'll attempt to finally publish stories meant for the aborted effort that was the direct genesis for this venture. If that doesn't happen, I'm more than happy with the results I've had. Mouldwarp Press is a fake publishing company. On the surface, it operates much the way indy publishers tend to, existing as a vehicle for the originating writer's own work, plus anthologies that feature more of their work, and a few of their friends as well (and assorted stragglers gullible enough to sign up for such schemes). (That's been my experience, anyway.) The truth is, "Mouldwarp Press" is a label I've been slapping on books I publish via CreateSpace and Kindle, and the Mouldwarp Press Presents anthologies have been of the same kind.
I don't know if I originally believed that they might become something more, but the fact is they didn't. I'm truly sorry if anyone got involved with them believing otherwise. Being a writer is not an easy calling. And it is a calling. The journey is the best part, the process of writing itself. The destination? More than in any other activity you might pursue, the destination is an open question all the way to the end. Because, there is no end. The history of storytelling is replete with examples.
Somewhere along the course of my journey, I ended up blogging in a community that didn't always seem to share my goals. My passion? Sure. But the expectations were something else. This post is not an admission of defeat, concession, or apology (except for the one above). It's an acknowledgment, without judgment (hey, sometimes even I can get around to that), that sometimes all things aren't equal because they aren't.
What this is saying is that for once, I will say something here and feel comfortable knowing that it might be the last thing someone reads about my journey. I'm switching gears. I've always got projects in the pipeline, things I want to accomplish, but this is an end to what can sometimes feel like a competition. I didn't come here, I didn't start this, to convince you to like me. If you're reading this at all, thank you.
There's always more...