Frankly, I’ve received an unfair amount of credit and attention for my affiliation with TNB over the years, particularly lately. Yes, I’ve brought some great writers on board, and I’ve done my share of recruiting, and spreading the word, but Executive Editor? Really? I’m thrilled and honored to have this title, but I always feel a little guilty wearing it, because what I do for TNB is so easy, and such a pleasure, that my title hardly feels earned.
So, on the fifth anniversary of this lovely experiment, I’d like to give a shout out to all the people who really deserve the credit, the folks who do the heavy lifting, whose dedication, and sweat, and belief, and dogged determination to work for free, makes TNB such a success.
Me, I’m mostly shooting my mouth off at parties, and offering deserving writers a platform. Meanwhile, people like Greg Olear, and Megan DiLullo, and Slade Ham, and Richard Cox, and Joe Daly, and Gina Frangello, and Shya Scanlon, and Leah Tallon, and Quenby Moone, and Erica Rae, and J.M. Blaine, and Zara Potts, and Rich Ferguson, and Milo Martin, and Uchi Ogbuji, and Wendy Chin-Tanner, and Aaron Snyder, and Duke Haney, and and and. . . and who am I forgetting? Oh yeah, that Brad guy.
I wish I could buy all of you a beer right now! Thanks for letting me be a part of this amazing community, I can’t tell you what it has meant to my career, and more importantly, to my life as an artist. I’m so proud to be affiliated with each and every one of you, and collectively at The Nervous Breakdown. Here’s to the next five years and beyond!
Hugs (those beers are coming),