People keep asking me when we're going to start printing again. Even some of my editors, despite my emails to the contrary. They're a bit anxious – and I get it. My sister thought Versal was historical and "over". Some at Seattle's AWP – I'm not naming names – thought "intermission" meant "hiatus" meant "dead". We go on like this too long and people will forget us (if they haven't already). Just another pile of spines to add to the dust that is the literary journal graveyard.