Bigge Ink is an attempt to infuse the modern freelance writer with the grit and ethos of the 1950s to create "Hipflask Journalism." Our office is filled with telegraph and mimeograph machines and big old clunky typewriters resting on imposing wooden desks and staffed by poker-playing whiskey bachelors who are hard drinkin' and hard workin' because they have to deal with informants, tipsters and shoe shine boys that all hail from the wrong side of the tracks. Bigge Ink reveres an era when water cooler conversations were commonplace and trying to catch a glimpse of the new secretary from accounting wasn't something to be ashamed about.

We realize, however, that today's harried assigning editor might appreciate this stylistic conceit only peripherally -- after all, he or she has a magazine to publish. Thus our slogan: "Twelve monkeys. Eleven typewriters. No waiting." Bigge Ink is able to offer around-the-clock service, without risking fatigue, because we will always have more employees than equipment.