We are especially honored to have one of our American cousins, J.B. Pravda, whose exceptional works of fantasy and terror are featured in this, our First Issue of our 13th Year, offer his personal gravitas. Writer's Cramp found Mr. Pravda in its third year, or thereabouts, and has courted his submissions eagerly and relentlessly since his first.

We blush at his fine sentiments and laurel-draping kudos. And we thank him profusely.

RGL

An Ode to WritersCramp & Its Liberty

Anyone can write, but a relative few CAN write—many of the latter give up, unable to handle that latest rejection; pity, as the next offering might have borne that most pursued 'published' appellation.

I found that early thrill at Canada's premiere fantasy zine, courageously, generously managed by Robert Liberty.  Now, with his aforesaid imprimatur, my mind's wine has earned that stately appellation from a true vintner.

I have a confession, however, and I'll make it with an invisible (to most, but not Crampers) smile transmitted from my typing digits to my less interesting face: after my initial piece appeared there, I took to calling myself 'internationally published'.  By unnecessary explanation (to you literati), it gave me further impetus to both continue and call myself an honorary Canadian (having taught myself that neighbor nation's anthem in two tongues!).

Living mostly in Florida, I have come to know the Canadian heart, and it is as vast as its owners' territory.  Besides, the 'Lumberjack Song' helped me understand its welcoming strings.  (No, I don't wish I were a girlie).

Bob, thanks for pushing me over that invisible top—as Browning said, 'man's reach should always exceed his grasp, else what's a Heaven for . . . 

WritersCramp will always be my first step on that ineffable place's stairway.

Peace, IN!

 As always, Enjoy.

Sincerely,

Jack Pravda
Guest Editor,
Writer’s Cramp Online Magazine