No Agent . . . No Problem

I awoke to -9 today, as in freeze-my-patootie-off-fahrenheit. Thank the Lord and pass the potato salad -- whatever that means -- February is almost in the rearview mirror. Woo-hoo! The Ides of March will soon be upon us. So will great hoards of green grease-painted Irishmen, all wobbly and drunk. But neither of these is as exciting as . . .

Drum roll, please.
Ear-splitting cymbal crash.
Tooty horns doot-doot-dooting.

A Fortnight of Open Submissions at Tinder Press! 

Yee-haw and hot dang! And don't slip on all the confetti because I won't be held responsible for broken hips, especially if you're a drunk Irishman.

Here's the deal . . .

Headline imprint Tinder Press will celebrate two years of publishing by opening submissions for unagented manuscripts for two weeks in March, beginning on the 2nd. They'll be open to accept fifty pages, an outline, and an author biography from previously unpublished writers of fiction ranging from short stories to novels. For further details, click here.

So, why am I posting this now instead of on March 2nd? To give you a headstart, kiddo. Drag out that manuscript wasting away in a drawer. Spitshine it. And while you're at it, zing up that proposal as well. You never know . . . you might be the next Tinder Press bestselling author.