This last week has been much, much better. Wordcount is flowing, even I’m starting to get sick of the rain, and my books arrived for Romancing the Capital, which is in less than a month and oh wow, that’s really soon.
The other thing that will happen this week is the Flash Fiction Challenge, from NYCMidnight. I made it to honourable mention in the first round of the earlier contest, which… isn’t far. But it’s a challenge and it makes me stretch, so I’m in again. It all starts Friday, and tomorrow is the last day to register if you want to join me.
Exit Plans for Teenage Freaks
I am back on track with my new word count goals, and although I’m still fighting through inertia (man, this book doesn’t want to flow at all, every scene is like walking uphill), I’m still supported by the magic that is friendship. Camp NaNoWriMo is helping.
Plus side? I got a scene drafted I’m quite proud of: this is Cole “landing” in the bedroom of his boy-crush with an errant teleport-gone-wrong when he is escaping some bad guys.
“Hey, hey, Cole…” Malik said. “Are you okay? Do I need to call someone? What happened?” All the while, he ran one hand over my back in a small circle, pulling me against him with his other arm. It felt warm, and safe, and I slowly got myself under control.
“Sorry,” I said again. My voice was rough. “I’m having a really bad night.”
Malik let go, and reached up behind him to his bedside table. He handed me a box of tissues. I used a couple to wipe my face.
“What happened?” he asked.
“I got snatched,” I said. It just came out.
It felt so good to tell the truth.
“What?” His voice rose, and we both flinched. We waited a couple of seconds, but no one came to the door.
“I got grabbed. They took me somewhere, and…”
“Wait,” he said. “Who? Who took you?”
“I don’t really know. There are a few of them. I’ve seen them around a few times now, and they said they’ve been watching me.” I shook my head as Malik shook his head. I sounded like I was insane. “I got away.”
“And climbed up my house and through my window?”
“No,” I said. I bit my lip. “No, that’s not how I got here.”
Malik frowned. I could practically see him deciding I was a lunatic.
“You’d never believe me,” I said.
I took a deep breath, and used one last tissue to wipe the last of my meltdown off my face. How did I even start? The people who’d taken me were obviously like me: a teleporter. That guy had grabbed me and yanked me through a door with him, and we’d ended up in his creepy-ass cell.
“There’s something happening to me,” I said. “And, actually, it goes back to the locker thing.”
I looked at Malik, and he nodded, once. His dark eyes didn’t leave mine. It was really distracting to have him looking at me like that, so I stared at the floor.
“It’s going to sound insane,” I said. “And I can’t think of a way to say it that isn’t insane.”
“Just say it,” he said.
Malik blinked. “What?”
“I can teleport. It keeps happening. I start to go through one door and I end up coming out of a different door.”
He scowled. “Cole,” he started, voice low and annoyed.
“I dove though a window where the guy had taken me and came out through your window. I was aiming for my own bedroom. I guess I missed.”
“You missed.” Malik crossed his arms.
“It’s actually tougher than you think it is,” I said, annoyed. “I’ve only been at this a week.”
Of Echoes Born
Typa, typa, typa. Juggling the stories, the YA novel, and crafting my “Cards Against Humanity” game for Romancing the Capital (yeah, you read that right).
Open Calls for Submission
Every Wednesday I try to include my list off all the various open calls for submission I’ve found and/or am trying to write for. If you know of any others, by all means do drop them in the comments and I’ll add them to the list. If this is helpful for people other than myself, it’s even better.
July thus far? Nothing yet, but the Flash Fiction Contest will be a new submission on Friday.
Previously this year thus far: January was: 6 submissions (4 reprints, 2 new), 1 acceptance; in February was bare minimum: 1 submission (1 new); March brought 1 rejection, and 1 submission (new); April say 1 submission (new) and 1 acceptance; May: 1 submission (new), 1 acceptance. June: BUZZ! (Let’s not talk about that).
- Chicken Soup for the Soul – Various titles, various themes, various deadlines, 1,200 word count limit.
- Clarkesworld – Currently open for art, non-fiction, and short story submissions.
- Cast of Wonders – Young adult short fiction market, open to story submissions up to 6,000 words.
- Totally Entwined – Many calls, various dates and lengths.
- Erotic Short Romances — Carina Press, an ongoing call for 10k to 17k word count limit.
- The Witching Hour – Mythical creature visitation theme; deadline July 30th, 2017; 10k to 40k word count limit.
- Holiday Stories – Ninestar Press is seeking queer holiday tales; deadline July 31st, 2017; 5k to 30k word count limit.
- Haunted — Erotic stories centered around the theme of haunted, Mugwump Publishing; Deadline August 5th, 2017; 1k-5k word count limit.
- Flint Charity Anthologies – Organized by Vicktor Alexander; deadlines throughout September, 2017; 5k to 20k word count limit.
- Saints & Sinners Short Fiction Contest — Judged by Radclyffe; deadline October 3rd, 2017; 3k to 7k word count limit.
- Futurescape Contest – “Blue Sky Cities” theme; 8k word count limit; deadline October 13th, 2017.