I think that small press publishing is the lifeblood of the genre. If we were to lose all of the small presses, which I don’t think we’re going to do, but if we were to do that I don’t think the genre would survive indefinitely.
“A world I did not wish to enter
Took me and poised me on my centre,
Made me grimace, and foot, and prance,
As cats on hot bricks have to dance
Strange jigs to keep them from the floor,
Till they sink down and feel no more.”
Thomas Hardy | “A Necessitarian’s Epitaph”