From The Editor
Dear Readers, Haters, and the Terminally Confused, Some of you noticed. Most of you didn’t. Either way, the staff at A Thin Slice of Anxiety and Anxiety Press looks a little different these days. Why? Because things change. People burn out. Some tap out. Some flake. Others quietly dissolve back into the MFA fog. A few were shown the door. At least one ran headfirst into it, trying to leave. But don’t worry—we’ve replaced the lost limbs with sharper ones. There was no hiring drive. No open calls. Just a gut check. If you can take the hits, if you're here for the work and not the résumé padding, you stay. If not, literature's a big sandbox. Plenty of room for the fragile and fame-hungry to build castles somewhere else. Our new lineup isn’t safe. It isn’t polished. But it works. These are people who understand that publishing isn’t a popularity contest, it’s a street fight with punctuation. You can still expect the same warped, jagged, gloriously unmarketable stories. Still the ...