There are some numbers floating around the internet, allegedly drawn from Publishers Weekly (but referencing a now-defunct link to a PW Daily installment), that show the number of publishers over time starting in the late 1940s. The numbers are intriguing, however, because when they are charted they exhibit an exponential growth curve.
Of course, there is a legitimate question as to how many of the later “publishers” are actually one-off enterprises set up to sell a single author’s book or set of books, in which case an apples-to-apples comparison might show a more reasonable growth curve. For example, PW’s 2002 numbers show that the big five New York publishers accounted for nearly half of the market, while Andre Schiffren at the Washington Post reported in 2000 that the top 20 publishers accounted for 93 percent of sales. Perhaps the growth curve is largely about the extension of the lower margin of a very tight power law distribution.
Anyone have more reliable numbers?

I think my next short story is going to be about vampires, but instead of sucking the lifeblood out of humans, they suck the lifeblood out of their own literary trope.
A never-ending torrent of advice pours down on the web about how to build a popular website, and aspiring writers are not spared this flood of counsel.
With my son Jack in town last week, I hit the theater to see three action movies in a row. Not my usual pattern of film selection but, hey, you can’t take a tween dude to see art-house niche flicks jammed with casually transgressive sex, dry social commentary, and/or confusing cinematography.
Some time ago, I dug into Patrick Kiger‘s list of literary one-hit wonders to see what they all had in common. What I found was that
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I have a list of favorite opening lines from works of fiction — in four neat stacks! — but I don’t want to show them just yet. Today, I just want to settle a few things about opening lines.
Remember the last time I posted an item on writing? Yeah, me neither.*