Wicked Words Quarterly has now been open for three days, and in those three days visitor numbers to the site has exploded (thank you all 🙂 ), the magazine has received more than 10 submissions a day and the Twitter feed [@MyWickedWords] has started to gain followers…
This is all down to my resolution to visit The Daily Post and start writing, the writing is still happening but the Quarterly seems to have taken on a life of it’s own and I’m learning something new everyday.
The hard part comes now, I’ve set some time apart today to start reading some of the submissions and this is where I have to harden up a bit and write nice acceptance or rejection emails. The acceptance ones aren’t going to be too hard, but the rejection ones will be, right now I can see myself giving personal rejections but if it gets any more popular it may have toe be a form (which I really don’t want to do) with some personal comments.
This is fun, but hard work. I didn’t realise it was going to be such hard work, though when the first issue is done I should have all the tools and skills for the next issues.
So any horror, sci-fi or fantasy stories you want to submit there is still over a month to get them in for the June issue.
“Head to your favourite online news source. Pick an article with a headline that grabs you. Now, write a short story based on the article.”
A long line, snaking along the corridor, and in it Karim was waiting for his turn.
The soldiers were making sure that there was order in the line, Karim knew that nothing untoward would happen here.
They had been waiting for this moment for a long time now, ever since Mohamed Morsi was overthrown by the military.
The line shuffled forward as another person at the front was processed through.
Karim knew that it would be his turn soon as there was only two more in front of him.
Another was processed, this seemed to be getting quicker as the couple at the desk seemed to get used to what they were doing.
It was now Karim’s turn, he knew that the jailers would make his time here difficult for protesting at the military coup and the changes to the society that he and his brotherhood had fought for.
It was now another person’s turn as he was walked through to the cells. It was now another turn at the chance of a non-military government in Egypt, one he would not be part of.
Across at my main blog, Wicked Words, I’ve just added a Word of the Day widget to the sidebar and I am going to try and include that word (and/or it’s synonym) into the daily writing task.
It would be completely reprehensible for me to make such a statement and then not follow it through.
So look forward to my deplorable shoe-horning of random words into my writing.
I believe in the magic of the human condition. The ability to rise above our environment and move forward to achieve our goals and desires.
This is often seen as almost impossible to do due to the odds stacked against us, but we always try, we continue to persevere even when it all seems dark around us. We continue often against the opinions of others, with them actively trying to dissuade us from our goals.
There are times when we feel that we can’t go on any longer but then something happens to reignite that passion, or even just to give the energy to put one foot in front of the other on a daily basis.
We can often get lost along the way and find ourselves striving for things that have no intrinsic value to ourselves but have value that society has put on them. This is often when we are at our lowest and in the our darkest place, when we can only keep moving forward.
Our goals are what keeps our spark alive, it is that spark which is our magic that can inspire others, which can make others feel cared for and loved. This is magic.
Oh well, I got this really wrong, I should read the instructions far more carefully (which I will obviously do next time), though they could be seen as guidelines and what I’ve written used the title for inspiration.