Kevin Brennan Writes About What It's Like
The other night I dreamed that I founded a new literary magazine. To be honest, someone else in the dream was the true founder, but she asked me to give it a name and to help her run it, but since everyone in your dreams is actually you, I figure I’m the top name on the masthead after all.
I don’t know who that woman was, but I do know that she was super jazzed about founding the magazine.
The name that I came up with for it in the dream was The Disappointed Housewife.
No idea where that came from, but the more I think about it, the more I like it. And the more I interpret the dream, the more I’m wondering if it was an order to found this literary magazine.
We could use this as the cover:
I’m not sure what the journal of the dream would have published, but I’d have in mind, as founder, short works of literary fiction and essays that stretch conventions, play with forms and genres, and in general disrespect the Iowa Workshop model in every way possible. You know, stuff that a disappointed housewife might come up with when she’s mad as hell and isn’t going to take it anymore. There’d be a lot of tongue-in-cheekness going on, a lot of parody, and a lot of stabs at humor. Kind of like McSweeney’s, but not nearly as snide.
It’d be strictly an online publication, unless it really took off (yeah, right). Contributors would retain copyright the same way it works when you get a story published in a real lit mag. But hey, this would be a real lit mag!
What do you think? Should I open it up for submissions?