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 same contempt for gatekeepers and glad-handers. Just... more of it.

More fiction that ruins your appetite. More nonfiction that names names. More poetry that’s allergic to workshops and soft lighting.

So, please welcome the new architects of our beautiful mess:

G.R. Tomaini – Senior Executive Vice President: Ruthless, exacting, and allergic to literary bullshit. If this place ever had a soul, he probably sold it.

Paula C. Deckard – Senior Editor: Sharp enough to cut glass and twice as unforgiving. She edits like she’s scrubbing rust off a blade.

Leia John – Associate Editor: The quiet one you should be most afraid of. She doesn’t speak often, but when she does, someone usually quits.

Remember: This isn’t a press. It’s a problem. And if that bothers you, good.

See you in the wreckage,

Cody Sexton

Managing Editor/Founder/Creator/Chief Agitator/Glorified Mailman