Since I’m taking part in the Write 1 Sub 1 contest this year, I’m trying to stay organized with all the possible submission calls I find interesting. It’s amazing how many you can find, but it’s also rather amazing how many are less than professional. Lots of places want you to give away your writing for free and I’ve even found a few that required you to buy a book after you were published.
Stay away from those. Non-paying markets, I feel, are OK sometimes if they still present themselves well and it doesn’t take too much time or energy coming up with something for the sub call.
For February, I’ve written a short called “Sparrow” for a particular anthology call. Editing today and submitting later. I should say polishing today. I’ve already gone through it a few times.
I have many short stories scheduled to write in the coming months, but I have a problem.
Every short story I start writing gradually morphs into a novel in my mind. This latest tale, “Sparrow” has been mentally developed into a huge tome with specifics I don’t want to know about. It’s a short story, damnit. It’s done and I’m not writing more on it.