Remington Roundup: #Writers, Submit! Submit!

1960's photo of woman at Remington typewriterThe Submissions window for Hidden Timber Books’ anthology on Family Narratives has closed, and boy-oh-boy are you in for some excellent reading when this book hits the shelves. But while one door closes, several remain open. This month’s roundup lists three places where Literary folk, near and far, are waiting to read your work. Get clicking!


A Picture and a Thousand Words: Ten Writers on Ten Photos

This is a call for a local (Milwaukee) event where chosen writers will read their pieces at The Sugar Maple in Bay View, WI.

ten-writersWriters are often inspired by other arts, including photos. From the photo album on this page, choose the photo (or photos) that inspire you, for any reason at all, and write a thousand words. Your piece can be fiction, non-fiction, poetry, in other words any style, any genre. You are invited to write inside, outside, or all around the box!

You don’t have to be from Milwaukee in order to enter your submission, but you must be available to read in town on November 10th. And we’re a pretty great place to visit. Check out the Picture and a Thousand Words Facebook Page for guidelines and photos. Deadline to submit is October 1, 2016!

* photo above taken from the Picture and a Thousand Words FB page.

“We’d Like to Make a Request….”

Hippocampus Magazine Press is now seeking essays inspired by radio for a forthcoming anthology entitled Air.

hippocampus-anthologyWe’re looking for behind-the-scene stories about small town radio stations. We’re seeking personal stories about die-hard radio fans. We want to hear from (current/former) jocks, from program directors, from engineers, from the sales team, from ancillary characters like record reps and concert promoters—tales from every corner of the radio station and from everyone radio ever reached.

Hippocampus regularly publishes essays in their online magazine, but this is a new and exciting venture, the first of many publications in print! Deadline to submit is February 15, 2017!

* photo above taken from Hippocampus website with credit to Editor, Donna Talarico.

Tin House

The window for this one is short, but as they are accepting unsolicited submissions and reading work from emerging as well as established writers, it may be worth the effort.

Tin House profile pic on FacebookTin House is currently accepting unsolicited submissions for our next THREE issues: Spring 2017 Rehab, Summer 2017 Open, non-themed, Fall 2017 True Crime. We consider each submission for all upcoming issues regardless of theme. If you wish to be considered for a particular theme, please make a note in your cover letter.

Deadline to submit is September 30, 2016!

* photo above taken from the Tin House FB page.

Want to browse even more submission calls? Search for #submissions on Twitter or follow @TheReviewReview.

Remington Roundup: #Art, #CreativeExpression, & #Bravery

Woman at typewriterThe month of May brings sunshine (hooray!), hints of the lazy days of summer (ahh), and a new roundup of links to #Art, #CreativeExpression, and #Bravery.

Watch, listen, read, and enjoy.


#Art

I love this video of Shantell Martin (via The New Yorker, The Scene), “Follow the Pen,” in which she talks about drawing, letting the pen go where it wants, and creativity being “just like a language unfolding.”

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I come to a drawing with intention, a good intention to make something work. . . . I don’t plan…I trust in the pen, and I trust in this experience.


#CreativeExpression

Issue 60 of The Drum Literary Magazine offers four great stories, of fiction and non, for your listening ears and includes Melanie Senn’s essay, “The Art of Drumming Badly.” Senn doesn’t wait until the mood (or inspiration) strikes; she dives in the moment someone says, “Let’s do it.”

pexels-photo-62215I stopped caring what other people thought, and I learned to play with attitude. . . . If I tried to be a perfectionist at this juncture in my life, I’d accomplish nothing.  . . . we persist because it is fun and cathartic and makes us feel young.


#Bravery

So, we follow the muse to where she wants to go; we stop caring about what others think; then, we hit send. None of this happens without a stiff shot of courage or without the support of those around us. This month I have an essay up on Hippocampus Magazine, a piece that’s been several years in the making and one I’ve tried tackling in a myriad of ways. Many thanks to those who’ve read (and re-read) this piece in its many draft forms and to Donna Talarico at Hippocampus for finally bringing “At the Fence” to the page.

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You love a good rain, the relief after the humidity falls, the way everything outside looks so green and alive. But as you follow your mother through the field, you notice patches of dead grass drowning in puddles and clumps of clover beaten down by the storm. The air is still heavy, and you slip in the mud.

 

Sometimes the words are just meant for me.

I’ve been sitting and studying the potential of this post for the last two hours. I had all sorts of ideas, inspired by an essay I read from Nathan Evans at Hippocampus Magazine.

You should read it.

He talks about first kisses, and the unexpected effects. And, deep in the middle of his essay is a message about the sweet taste of love.

I thought I’d write about my unexpected firsts, about how love came up on me all quiet and sneaky. And how it still comes, in waves.

But the lines read unfinished.
And raw.
And were maybe a study, in events, meant only for me.

You know?

Sometimes when we write, it’s because we have to see the words fall onto the screen, or onto the paper, in a comprehensible way so that our mind really gets it — whatever “it” is, that critical message we’ve been missing for weeks or months on end.

So, the early drafts of this post were an exercise in listening and understanding, and what the last two hours of writing yielded was a gift: that often, the quiet and profound revelations in life show up in unexpected places, even (and especially) when I’m not paying attention.

Where did your writing take you this week?