Fewer publishers mean you have a limited set of aesthetics, so you know who can and can't send your work to. You have more situations where you take the offer or don't get published or you learn to self-publish.

Our ability to factory farm animals is coldly psychopathic.

The push and pull of representing your world responsibly and your artistic license is a tricky balance.

I don't really get romance. Bring me fish or moose, not flowers.

The world is fine. Our place on it is precarious.

I think the best advice I got was to not worry about what other people would think while you were working on your first draft. Focus on getting it out of your head. You can always edit the manuscript later.

We can be the new brand of self-extincting dinosaurs or we can evolve.