My own imprint.

Makes it look like I’ve been picked up by an actual publishing house if you don’t look close enough.

Which you already have if you got this far.

Suppose I could have said we are an indie press, or one of the smallest publishing houses in the world, like three people and a cat or whatever, but the truth is it’s just me.

Writing, editing, publishing and sweating profusely in a broken desk chair in my bedroom.

There’s also a sock under the desk. It’s been there a while.

And although I think I have seen it move a couple of times, it has not helped me with the publishing side of things.

Instead it has started a family.

Help.