Pulp Modern will no longer be accepting reprints. The only reprints that will run in the journal will be classic stories (such as the reprint you saw in issue one), stories requested specifically by me, and older stories that are in the public domain (such the reprint you saw in issue two).
While the rest of the world prepares for doomsday, I'm going to continue writing and trying to pay my bills. Some places you can look for my own fiction this year:
Beat to a Pulp: Round Two. If this collection is anything like Round One, it's going to be a hell of an honor to be included in it. My story is part of the Haggard, Indiana cycle that began at Thuglit with "My Kind of Town" (a story that needs a revision, I see now...)
Indiana Crime. Poetry, fiction, and photos by writers from Indiana (obviously) or with some sort of Indiana connection. I've been trying for years to respond to some people I hung out with back in my more self-destructive days. They were roofers who blamed Mexicans for contractors selling them out. Hopefully I've made my point with my story "Dumb Shit," which is included in this collection.
Drive In Fiction. This is a collection of novellas I'm putting together with some other writers. The idea is to tell a story that would have made a good drive in movie back when drive in movies were made by people whose last names weren't Spielberg, Lucas, or Bay. For now, I am keeping my story 'under wraps' because I don't want to tempt the universe to give someone else the idea...
And of course I will continue producing Pulp Modern.
With little fanfare, yesterday I handed over the keys to ALL DUE RESPECT to its new editor, Chris Rhatigan. Chris will edit the last couple of stories I chose, and by April or May, the whole thing will be his show. He's made some changes to the guidelines, which you can check out at the site, and he's opened submissions in effort to fill out the rest of the year. The biggest, and, in my opinion, best change, is that ADR will now feature stories twice a month instead of just once. Writers still get their due respect (for two weeks) while readers get two stories instead of one.
Writers, conjure up your worst instincts, put them in a story, and send them to Mr. Rhatigan for consideration: