What an odd start to reading week. As soon as I had a day off, I started reading and writing and reading some more and browsing lit mags, so much so that I had a headache from the too-bright screen by the end of the night. But first thing's first.
One of my short flash fiction pieces, Closet, was recently accepted by The Molotov Cocktail, a nice little experimental lit zine. It took about a month and I'd had this submission mentally ticked off as a rejection for about a couple weeks already. Had a minor heart attack from the surprise, anyways. I'd never assumed that the piece was publishable, but I guess it wasn't all that bad. Apparently my blind spots have gotten more obtrusive since that writer's block break. Even more surprising, I wrote and sent out a little list-type piece called Sticky Notes on Saturday to theNewerYork, a mag I'd been browsing in admiration just that day. They accepted the piece on Monday and it should be up within a month's time. I'm excited. It looks like a great mag and I've read some very cool experimental pieces from there. Funnily enough, one of the pieces, called 200 Word or Fewer by John Arthur was very similar to an idea I'd had just a couple weeks ago that had originally been inspired by this fantastic poem by Francesa Bell, published in Rattle. As always, it's some long drawn chain of inspiration. I wanted to look at the publishing process, and had been in the process of writing numerous silly, flat out false, and just plain nonsensical bios in my head while at work. Of course, it was my fault for not writing it down, although I may still give it a whirl. Some ideas have to be written, even if I'm the only one who'll ever read them. That's two acceptances received and one publication in the span of three days. This really has been a strange few days.
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