Lucite
When I realized I had blown my expendable cash on Outlet's outer extremity, our big double issue of last fall, thus creating a temporary curb or hollow between Lucy House: an anthology of prose's dream and reality, the answer was quite simple: build it on our site. In some ways, it's a prettier prospect. I heard the "inventor of the internet" on NPR talking in a way that made me quite nostalgic for the present and the past and even the future: because he said hyperlinks and all that nonhierarchical structure was in a way the progeny of footnotes, and their pals. My mom, a woman older than me, says the nonhierarchal pattern of information scares her a touch: but Mom, what audience would my two bit op have without it? (I get letters, emails, orders, and of course — and necessary — subs. Don't have a counter, but people must be looking — likely thanks to links and my putting our address on everything I print.) And now I'll try to pin down the beauty actual beauty of actually not turning pages but linking from a central page (the cover and the table) to each author's piece, and back again. I've learned to love that motion and that frame.
Elizabeth Treadwell edits the in-print magazine, Outlet, and Double Lucy, and is the author recently of a collection of prose/poetry, Populace (Avec, 1999); a chapbook, Stolen Images of Dymphna, is due out from Meow Press.