These things happen. All too often in the literary world, it turns out, but, as the departed Kurt Vonnegut used to say, So it goes.
Still, it’s a sad thing whenever any literary magazine has to hang up the proverbial pen and turn out the lights. And while I’ve only had the good fortune to work with Unshod Quills for the past year, I’ve known them for most of their run, first as a reader and then as a contributor before I signed on as prose editor. So this is especially sad for me, because I’m not just going to miss reading the beautiful contents of the magazine, I’m also going to miss working with such beautiful colleagues.
Well, sort of — the great thing about being involved in literature, as opposed to a spectator of literature, is that I still get to talk to and hang out among and share ideas and work with the Unshod Quills gang — Dena and Wendy as well as Donald Rilea and Brian Tibbetts and Holly Hinkle — so the loss isn’t so terrible.
And, of course, Unshod Quills itself isn’t going anywhere. The archive of work will remain online for as long as we can maintain it (“UQ will stay at this URL, ad-free, until we run out of donations given by our readers to keep it here. That will be for at least one more year”). And the writers and artists we were lucky enough to publish are still out there, producing and publishing new work in other magazines.
So maybe it’s not such a terrible loss after all.
We were here, for however long we were here, and while we were here it was wonderful.