Markets Galore at Publishing . . . And Other Forms of Insanity

Are These Fiction, Non-Fiction, and Poetry Markets? 

By the Fulsome Beard of St. Crispin, They Are Indeed! 

 

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A pause in writing as I prepare to send out a brace of short stories. Naturally, I visited Erica Verrillo's Publishing . . .And Other Forms of Insanity. A dense blog stuffed with literary markets of all kinds, primarily paying ones, as well as agents and book publishers open to submissions, and literary contests of all varieties. There's more, but go-see-discover. 

 

This is my first stop when lining up a market. If you're a writer, give it a go.

 

NOTE: I've been informed that the image is not that of St. Crispin, but jolly old St. Nick. In any case, the beard remains fulsome. 

Happy Easter!

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Up From Indolence: Down with Runnng

People Magazine

 Here's a runner who is 100 years old and still going. I'm much younger, but I have the strength and endurance of a 200 year old man. I read my notebooks from years past and find the same issues: erratic training pattern, weight gain, ignoring core and stretching. 

So far, I've been striving for consistency, running and walking 3x a week. Today will mark the third week in a row that I've been hitting the pavement. l travel a bit over two miles each outing and that's good enough for now. 

Nothing noticeably amiss with my heart. My next goal is to run three miles an outing before aging up to the century mark. 

Talking Armenian Bobble Heads

Armenian Bobble Heads

 

 

 

 

 

I was in a car wash the other day, owned and staffed by Armenians. They had this merch for sale. Fascinating. I say no more, for what is there to add?
 

Focus Group Fun with an Intergalactic Bounty Hunter

 

Lobo at His Most Charming

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What the Children Saw

As I understand it, they were pleased. For more info on the ups and downs of a Lobo animated TV series, check out my 3-part blog post.

 

Lobo Promo for Animated TV Series

 

Lobo at His Most Charming

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Found in a Box in VHS Format 

This brief promo was created to spark interest in D.C.'s Lobo debuting as a animated TV series on the WB Network in the fall of 1999. So close it came. On Wednesday, I'll post the focus group tape. 

 

A written version of Lobo's rise and demise is contained in my 3-part blog post. 

 

Run Down

 Skin cancer and heart arrythmia issues arose toward the end of last September. My running went by the boards as I faced two different operations, numerous tests and procedures; basically transforming the fall into a medical carousel. 

All is mostly well right now. I'm overweight, on blood thinners, and lacking in all suppleness. But it's not too late to begin once more. 

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Blue City Blues Got You Down?

 Toying about with Suno AI and crafted this little ditty about a sardonic search for a better life. The lyrics are mine as well as the bluegrass prompt and the call for a male baritone lead singer. The computer threw the rest together. 

Over a Million Views!!!

 

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Twenty years have passed and I've finally cracked the big million. I knew if I ignored the blog long enough people would come. That makes no sense, but I've been away undergoing medical experiences of various kinds and have returned to see Write Enough! burst the million mark. Who needs the searing lash of logic on such an excellent day?

 

'Nam Killed Kurt Over Time v. 6

 

 

 

Photo: Life Magazine. Kurt's unit patrolled these hills. (Mutter's Ridge and the Rock Pile.) 

Some veterans die in battle while others return home to perish on the installment plan. My friend Kurt passed away in 2003 from liver cancer. He went quick, maybe a hundred days. The cancer was partially brought about by PTSD-inspired drinking coupled with hepatitis from a bad blood transfusion he underwent in Vietnam. Kurt could have skated on that particular war, but extended his enlistment in order to fight. Serving in Marine Recon, he won a Navy Commendation medal for helping his unit battle clear of an ambush.

Several Purple Hearts later, Kurt joined an ultra-secret outfit that probed the Ho Chi Minh Trail in Laos. Hacked out of the jungle, the Trail was a highway for the North Vietnamese to funnel men and supplies into South Vietnam and Cambodia. Because of our odd political posturing, Laos was officially off-limits to U.S. ground forces. That meant Kurt and his unofficial comrades were forced to ditch the bodies of their dead. The fallen would be listed as "Missing in Action in South Vietnam." It always bothered Kurt that families would be denied the closure of burial—or the recognition of bravery from a schizophrenic government.

A good portion of Kurt's post-war years were spent in alcohol and drug-fueled rage and self-destruction. In time, he made peace with his past. Little by-little, Kurt cut a trail over to serenity from which he rarely strayed. Despite a Master's Degree in electronics, he took a job driving a truck and fixing vending machines. (Kurt worked well unsupervised.) Getting married, buying a home, his last ten years were good ones.

I was a pallbearer at Kurt's funeral. He received a Marine Corps color guard, taps, and a view of the 2 Freeway stretching below in the distance, flowing past Forest Lawn Cemetery on its way to Eagle Rock. (Transportation played a big role in his life.) I recall Kurt when I drive past and often wish he could call down artillery on erratic drivers.

This Veteran's Day Kurt came to mind. And while he's at peace, I send prayers and best wishes to those still struggling with the silent baggage of war.

Happy Veteran's Day to all who served. You are remembered.

(This is a 2014 repost from Veteran's Day 2010 reposted once more in 2021, and now reposted in 2023.)

 

(And now 2024. I wish I could find the link, but there was a vet on YouTube who'd served in the Special Operations Group (S.O.G.) that conducted missions "over the fence" along the Ho Chi Minh Trail in Laos and Cambodia. It seems their missions were compromised by North Vietnamese spies employed by S.O.G.—not to mention the Walker Spy Ring—but also the capture of the spy vessel U.S.S. Pueblo by the North Koreans, allowed Russia, a North Vietnamese patron, to access our top secret conversations. Many missions never had a chance.)  

(And now 2025. Nothing to add this year.)

Happy 250 USMC!

 I was present at the 200th birthday shortly before my discharge. And while today the Corps is 50 years older, I was 50 years younger back then. Ah, but that's the way the whole life process deploys. All the best to my fellow Devil Dogs!

 

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