I was just forwarded a link to this new blog. I took a quick look at it today and like what I saw. Very cool blog in the tradition of such flash-dedicated sites as Tastes of Darkness. From the site: Flashes of Speculation is dedicated to the sharing of works of flash fiction in the

5 month rejection from Dark Wisdom. A cool mag I was hoping to break into. The rejection said my piece didn’t quite fit the style of the mag. This was the first submission for the piece, “Retired,” so after some research I’ll send her back out.

A 30 day form rejection from the anthology Horrors Beyond II for my piece “Go Back to Sleep.” “Go Back To Sleep” submitted to Gud

This week’s adventure: “J.D. Gets Personal” J.D. McNutterhouse was tired of getting rejection letters all the time. He knew it couldn’t have anything to do with his writing, and certainly not his manuscript format (didn’t he always make sure to use a 10 point font and single space to conserve room? Didn’t he always use

I’ll explain the question mark in a moment. I received a rejection letter from Pedestal Magazine today. It was a form rejection, and I will reproduce it below: Dear Anthony: Thank you for submitting your work to The Pedestal Magazine. We enjoyed reading it but regret that we cannot use it at this time. We

My interview is officially up on Flash Flood. I had a great time participating in the interview, and I’m very happy with the way it turned out. Go take a look and let me know what you think. The Interview

I’d like to welcome everyone to my new series, which explores the ins and outs of the dreaded submission process. In each episode, we follow J.D. McNutterhouse, a new writer whose rare combination of thick-headedness, ignorance, and naivete cause him to take misstep after misstep on the road to publication. So sit back, relax, and

Just a quick form rejection from A Field Guide to Surreal Botany. Not too much of a disappointment considering I wrote the short submission within an hour of sending it out. In hind sight, I probably should have edited it a little better.

Every Saturday, starting in the spring and running through the fall, the local farmer’s market sets up along Main Street. Fresh vegetables, breads, cheeses, and honey line the street under large tents where the different farms set up. Each week a new assortment of local creations are piled high on flimsy tables and stands: the

Months of waiting and two query letters later, I have received a response concerning my submission to Simulacrum Magazine. It’s not a rejection. But it’s not an acceptance either. Simulacrum Magazineis closing. I can’t say I am happy with this news, seeing as how my piece has been with them for months yet, they were