Ideology is accepting submissions for #001 Heat!
We have a US$50 prize for the best story that features the issue's theme of "Heat." We also accept rolling submissions for general prose and poetry.
>What is this?
Ideology is a new quarterly literary journal that publishes in January, April, July, and October. Check out our proof-of-concept issue, #000 Genesis: www.ideologylit.com/genesis
>How can I submit?
There are two ways to submit. You can e-mail us at firstname.lastname@example.org or you can use the anonymous submissions form on our website. We respond to all submissions.
All unpublished poetry and prose is accepted on a rolling basis.
Each issue also has a sort of "competition," centered around the theme. The best submissions that feature this theme will headline each issue. Submissions for "Heat" will close December 15th. You can read more about the guidelines on our website.
>What about the money?
The submission that is picked to headline the issue will receive a US$50 prize (most likely through PayPal).
>Is this the first literary journal from /lit/?
No. There's been others in the past, perhaps most notably TAR: The April Reader.
>How can I subscribe or receive updates?
You can sign-up for our newsletter through our website or by emailing email@example.com. You can also follow us on twitter, facebook, or Google + (links on our website)
>I'm not interested / stop spamming / this isn't /lit/-related
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You guys are alright.
I'd buy a copy for my kindle off smashwords for no more than USD$1.99. And hey, with that kind of money, you could offer vanity payments for every accepted submission (like, USD$12.50) instead of one-off lump sums.
Thank you for the interest in my shitty little mag that has no social capital or relevance in the literary world. Your post, though well-intentioned and thoughtful, has been rejected on the grounds of your inability to write a single sentence without an egregious error like 'acception'. I encourage you to waste your pathetic efforts and shitty stories on my shitty magazine next publication.
First off, .com? Really? Seems fishy.
And secondly, how about a story on thermodynamics? Pretty related to Heat if we are talking about scientific concepts metaphorically implemented. Here's the first paragraph, if you like it I'll submit.
>Downstairs, Meatball Mulligan’s lease-breaking party was moving into its 40th hour. On the kitchen floor, amid a litter of empty champagne fifths, were Sandor Rojas and three friends, playing spit in the ocean and staying awake on Heidseck and benzedrine pills. In the living room Duke, Vincent, Krinkles and Paco sat crouched over a 15-inch speaker which had been bolted into the top of a wastepaper basket, listening to 27 watts’ worth of The Heroes’ Gate at Kiev. They all wore hornrimmed sunglasses and rapt expressions, and smoked funny-looking cigarettes which contained not, as you might expect, tobacco, but an adulterated form of cannabis sativa. This group was the Duke di Angelis quartet. They recorded for a local label called Tambú and had to their credit one 10″ LP entitled Songs of Outer Space. From time to time one of them would flick the ashes from his cigarette into the speaker cone to watch them dance around. Meatball himself was sleeping over by the window, holding an empty magnum to his chest as if it were a teddy bear. Several government girls, who worked for people like the State Department and NSA, had passed out on couches, chairs and in one case the bathroom sink.
You could do that, or you could use my criticisms to try and improve. It looks like you did a fair bit of research for this story which is a good start. Just put some of that effort into researching what makes good writing.
Well, using the criticisms is going to be difficult because I wholeheartedly disagree with your first assertion and as for the second you didn't point out the mistakes (which, since they are mine, will be kind of hard for me to spot, don't you think?).