I was checking to see if Noir Nation's new issue had been published yet and found the website had disappeared into the ether. Their Facebook page is still up though. Anyone heard anything? Perhaps just a glitch in the system?
UPDATE: Their server is down but the zine is still alive and well with a new issue available in about a week.
Monday, September 10, 2012
Go Deeper Press - Anthology Call
Go Deeper Press is (surprise!) an erotic publisher with an anthology call for "Femme Fatales". They want stories of 1500 to 4000 words. Pay is a flat fee of $25 per story. Deadline is October 31.
http://godeeperpress.com/?page_id=27
http://godeeperpress.com/?page_id=27
Kasma SF - Submissions Open
Canadian online ezine, Kasma SF, is open for submissions. They're looking for stories of 1000 to 5000 words in the sci-fi genre. Payment is a flat rate of $25 per story. You can find all the details here
http://www.kasmamagazine.com/submissions.html
http://www.kasmamagazine.com/submissions.html
Sunday, September 9, 2012
Beat to a Pulp - Submissions Open
Beat to a Pulp is open for submissions until October 15.
http://www.beattoapulp.com/guidelines.htm
http://www.beattoapulp.com/guidelines.htm
Beat to a Pulp: Superhero
The new Beat to a Pulp anthology Superhero came out yesterday and I'm proud to say that I have a story in it called "Moon Mad". I know it's silly, but I feel like the odd man...er woman out here because I'm the only female writer included. Yep, old lady me surrounded by all those handsome, talented guys. Guys who know all about superheroes.
My superhero is Molly, a shopping cart lady who lives on my fictional Mulberry Street. Oddly enough this story started when I read one of David Cranmer's tweets that included the line, "a home not my own". Something about that tugged at me and I scratched out a bit of flash then decided that it might make a better poem. Well I'm not much of a poet but this is what I came up with.
Unknown
Alone, on the floor.
Another town, not my own.
We are six.
In a room, not our own.
In a place, we don’t belong.
Praying for the night to end.
For the monsters to go home.
The others are huddled.
A curl of sleeping puppies.
On a bed, not their own.
But I can’t sleep.
Not there, with them.
I find no comfort in their arms.
I want my mommy, but she must be dead.
Tears flood the room.
The sobbing brings the monsters back.
And one by one, we’re gone again.
Disappeared.
Other rooms, not our own.
Comes the pain, tearing flesh.
And we’re left bleeding.
In a body, not our own.
Not dead, only wishing.
The thing is this girl kept haunting me and I wondered what happened to her. Of course, when David invited me to submit a Superhero story to his new anthology, she immediately popped into my mind - all grown up. I know this sounds silly, but I reread my story this morning and tears filled my eyes as I read about this little girl's life. She no longer haunts my thoughts, her story has come full circle. If you love superheroes you can pick up a copy of Beat to a Pulp: Superhero here http://www.amazon.com/BEAT-PULP-Superhero-ebook/dp/B0097L9BEO/ref=sr_1_7?s=digital-text&ie=UTF8&qid=1347129099&sr=1-7&keywords=beat+to+a+pulp Oh, and all those cute guys who share pages with my Molly, well here they are. A very cool lineup and great company to be in.
James Reasoner
Jake Hinkson
Kevin Burton Smith
Garnett Elliott
Liam José
Jerry Bloomfield
Thomas Pluck
Keith Rawson
Court Merrigan
Benoȋt Lelièvre
Chad Eagleton
Steve Weddle
My superhero is Molly, a shopping cart lady who lives on my fictional Mulberry Street. Oddly enough this story started when I read one of David Cranmer's tweets that included the line, "a home not my own". Something about that tugged at me and I scratched out a bit of flash then decided that it might make a better poem. Well I'm not much of a poet but this is what I came up with.
Unknown
Alone, on the floor.
Another town, not my own.
We are six.
In a room, not our own.
In a place, we don’t belong.
Praying for the night to end.
For the monsters to go home.
The others are huddled.
A curl of sleeping puppies.
On a bed, not their own.
But I can’t sleep.
Not there, with them.
I find no comfort in their arms.
I want my mommy, but she must be dead.
Tears flood the room.
The sobbing brings the monsters back.
And one by one, we’re gone again.
Disappeared.
Other rooms, not our own.
Comes the pain, tearing flesh.
And we’re left bleeding.
In a body, not our own.
Not dead, only wishing.
The thing is this girl kept haunting me and I wondered what happened to her. Of course, when David invited me to submit a Superhero story to his new anthology, she immediately popped into my mind - all grown up. I know this sounds silly, but I reread my story this morning and tears filled my eyes as I read about this little girl's life. She no longer haunts my thoughts, her story has come full circle. If you love superheroes you can pick up a copy of Beat to a Pulp: Superhero here http://www.amazon.com/BEAT-PULP-Superhero-ebook/dp/B0097L9BEO/ref=sr_1_7?s=digital-text&ie=UTF8&qid=1347129099&sr=1-7&keywords=beat+to+a+pulp Oh, and all those cute guys who share pages with my Molly, well here they are. A very cool lineup and great company to be in.
James Reasoner
Jake Hinkson
Kevin Burton Smith
Garnett Elliott
Liam José
Jerry Bloomfield
Thomas Pluck
Keith Rawson
Court Merrigan
Benoȋt Lelièvre
Chad Eagleton
Steve Weddle
Saturday, September 8, 2012
Crimefactory - New Issue
Issue 11 of Crimefactory has hit the virtual streets. All the juicy details and links here
http://www.thecrimefactory.com/2012/09/crime-factory-11/
http://www.thecrimefactory.com/2012/09/crime-factory-11/
Friday, September 7, 2012
Sock Puppet Thoughts
The past week has been filled with posts around the 'net about sock puppets, but what amazes me about the posts I've seen is that everyone seems shocked that authors are actually doing this. Don't get me wrong, I know what they're doing is reprehensible, but it doesn't surprise me.
Writers don't just write anymore. They're expected to be marketing geniuses. If you get a book deal the first thing your agent and publisher tells you is to set up a website, a blog, a Facebook page, a Twitter account, and oh yeah, when you've got a minute dash off a few short stories and get them in some of the online zines. And don't forget to squeeze in that second book. Well, CRAP.
With everyone screaming at you to brand yourself, build a platform, and prostitute yourself in order to build a giant wave of word of mouth publicity, it's no wonder writers are taking short cuts. What happened to writers writing and the people purchasing the work actually doing their job and promoting the product they've purchased?
Is it any wonder that more and more writers are publishing their own work? If you have to do all the publicity and selling yourself, what's the point of having an agent or a publishing company? It's no wonder writers are going crazy mad and buying reviews and using other identities to promote their work. It's exactly what publishers do and it's pretty much reached the point that all writers, even those with a book contract from a major publisher, are on their own. They're desperate to hang on to what few crumbs the publishers are throwing their way, because they have bills to pay, just like everyone else.
Do I like what they're doing? No. But I can understand why they're doing it.
Writers don't just write anymore. They're expected to be marketing geniuses. If you get a book deal the first thing your agent and publisher tells you is to set up a website, a blog, a Facebook page, a Twitter account, and oh yeah, when you've got a minute dash off a few short stories and get them in some of the online zines. And don't forget to squeeze in that second book. Well, CRAP.
With everyone screaming at you to brand yourself, build a platform, and prostitute yourself in order to build a giant wave of word of mouth publicity, it's no wonder writers are taking short cuts. What happened to writers writing and the people purchasing the work actually doing their job and promoting the product they've purchased?
Is it any wonder that more and more writers are publishing their own work? If you have to do all the publicity and selling yourself, what's the point of having an agent or a publishing company? It's no wonder writers are going crazy mad and buying reviews and using other identities to promote their work. It's exactly what publishers do and it's pretty much reached the point that all writers, even those with a book contract from a major publisher, are on their own. They're desperate to hang on to what few crumbs the publishers are throwing their way, because they have bills to pay, just like everyone else.
Do I like what they're doing? No. But I can understand why they're doing it.
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)