Realmscapes at one year: forging a creative path

A spread of handmade zines fanned out on a wooden table, with scissors, a pink pen, and a bone folder beside them.

A year into Realmscapes, I’ve discovered that the Free Fictional Frontier isn’t just a home for old short stories—it’s become the Dispatch for my zines. Fifteen booklets later, I’m realizing that what began as an experiment has turned into the creative path I’d been searching for all along.