I do appreciate all this fiction and poetry, but does no one have a real-life, real-embarrassing Real Stuff story to throw my way?
It doesn't even need to be provocative. Just a short snippet about how you wet the bed.
I was intent on maintaining this journal as a dumpster fire, but some of you are taking it way too far with these submissions.
From now on, anyone who wants to submit to serious-lit must be wearing a tuxedo and sipping a glass of Chardonnay. Otherwise, no consideration from me.
Happy Memorial Day!
The serious-lit inbox is much less sadder than I anticipated. Really appreciate all the talented writers who are supporting this project. You guys rock!
Let’s keep this trash heap going!
Woke up in a delirious haze this morning. Started to regret every life decision—all but one: launching this badass journal. 😎
Got some stuff in the inbox, but need more. Let's get that weenie roast going.