would brighten the shelves, nightstands, hearts, and minds of those wishing to read what had not yet been written. Uniting our skills as priestesses and scholars, we began.
Our first book was an anthology which we co-edited. As we are both devotees of the Egyptian Goddess Sekhmet – She of the lion’s head, woman’s body, fierce roar and strong heart – we began with a devotional to Her. There is little written about Sekhmet, and only a few slim volumes about Her, so the ground was fertile and ready for seeds. We called for writings from the many women throughout the world that hold a place in their heart and devotions for Her, and they answered the call in spades. Our volume, entitled Heart of the Sun: An Anthology in Exaltation of Sekhmet went through iuniverse for its first publication, so that we would be guided through the process. The anthology was well received, and we subsequently planned two more: on the Irish Saint and Goddess Brigit --Brigit, Sun of Womanhood-- edited by Michael McDermott and Patricia Monaghan; on Priestesses historical and present -- Stepping Into Ourselves: An Anthology of Writings on Priestessess (edited by the two of us).
Our second book was the memoir that Anne wrote about her three years as priestess at the Temple of Goddess Spirituality Dedicated to Sekhmet, located north of Las Vegas. Desert Priestess: a memoir was also well received and continues to enjoy brisk sales.
Every step of the way, Goddess Ink is focused on sustainability. We use POD (print-on-demand), which means that only books that are ordered will be printed, eliminating excess and waste. Our printer utilizes a Chain of Custody (CoC), an accounting system that tracks wood fiber through the different stages of production, ensuring the integrity of the paper supply chain from responsibly managed forests. In this way, we strive to bring the best and brightest works in the most sustainable way possible.
How it all began...
One lazy evening in Las Vegas in May of 2010, part way through a bottle of crisp Viognier, an idea long lodged deep within our wombs was fertilized. The sun had set, and the cool night breeze layered upon the rising warmth from the concrete and sand, bringing us to a state of ease that allowed the night blossom to unfurl fully. Both of us were college professors, one on the verge of retirement, and we knew the industries of education, research and publishing. Both of us were priestesses in a branch of Paganism that focused on the Divine Female, the multiple manifestations of Goddess. And both of us knew that mainstream publishers were not interested in what activated our minds and illuminated our hearts.
We knew there were books yet to be written that remained unwritten due to writers’ feeling that publishers were not interested; we knew this because we felt it ourselves. Like seeds without earth and water, books with an audience languished because there was no publisher. So we created a publishing house that would be the earth and water for the fiery blossoms which