Magazines. Straight from the printers.
That feel in your hands. That smell. Everyone smells them, looks up, smiles.
That fear. That terror when it’s your magazine: could you have read it one more time? Did you sort that thing on page whatever? Is it any good?
That joy. That delight when people read your words and enjoy your creativity.
That camaraderie, the sheer joy of hard work with friends. Work that sparks with laughter and so much “what if we just…”.
That call. That blissful call from your mum, “I saw your name in Smith’s”.
I bloody love magazines, me.
Simon Kirrane | Freelance Editor