16 March 2015
I distinctly remember my first day working at a small independent publishing house. I felt two equally powerful emotions: love for a literary world I was engaged in, and pathos that I had entered into the twilight of an old era, ignorantly and stubbornly disconnected from the realities of a changing world. As much as I adored my work writing editorial letters, reviewing agent submissions, pitching new ideas and conceptualising book covers, I welcomed the subsequent merger with a bigger house; I had been finding it more difficult by the day to respect a traditional publishing model that was clearly not going to survive burgeoning digital technologies.
