And so it begins...

In all the hustle and bustle of mid-semester madness we sometimes forget why we are here. Every year we bust our knuckles into a bloody literary pulp in an effort to produce something beautiful. An anthology of things that are worth a damn. It gets poked and prodded until it all squeezes into its neat little bindings and we slap a glossy cover on it. We groan over this painstaking, nitpicking, labor of love that we go through. But, we do love it. We do. It's the thrill of the hunt that drives us. To find the next great writer hidden in the masses that is American River College. We sift through submission after submission looking, searching for the greatness we so relentlessly pine for. When you see it, you know it. Sometimes it can be explained, sometimes it can't. It's just something that happens. Like the combustion of a machine starting up, each cog and gear moving in sequence all working to propel the magazine forward. It's the hum of that machine that you hear right now, and you'll be hearing it all semester long and well into the summer while we labor away behind the scenes for you. Because that's why we're here. For you.