2015 Publication Schedule

Here is the schedule for 2015:

SpringMarch 24th 2015
SummerJune 23rd 2015
FallSeptember 22nd 2015

There is going to be a podcast as well. The release date hasn’t been finalized but more than likely it would be sometime in December to close out the year. Take a read of last month’s Editor’s note for further details.

 

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Editor’s notes

Eight issues in the bag; Black Treacle is two years old. Though I wanted to have 24 issues out at this point, I’m really satisfied with what’s been produced so far.

But I am going to try something different for 2015.

If you’ve been reading the Editor’s notes (Everyone reads the Editor’s notes, right?) you probably know that I lament about submission volume all the time.

I’m going to pull the trigger on something I mentioned in the last issue.

Black Treacle will switch to three-times a year model and the pay-rate will double. Keep an eye on the website and twitter for the publication schedule but more than likely publication will follow a spring/summer/fall pattern.

There will also be a Best-of podcast at some point next year.

Have you read Dangerous Visions by Harlan Ellison? I really like the format of that anthology. I’m planning following it for the podcast. More specifically, I’ll do an Editor’s introduction and speak on why I picked the story/article for publication & close with a paid Author’s afterword.

Hopefully, these changes will stimulate submissions.

Normally, this would be the paragraph where I talk about the stories being published this month but I want to keep you in suspense for another few hours. Table of Contents for #8 will be published later today (11/30/2014)

Thanks for reading,

A.P. Matlock
Editor, Black Treacle Magazine

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“Black Thumb” by Michelle Ann King

There’s something moving by the garden fence. Mice, again? Or worse, a rat? Debra puts the washing basket down and almost calls out for Stuart, but then she remembers.

She edges closer. Curled around the cracked base of her abandoned flower pot is a huge slug, sleek and iridescent in the patchy afternoon sun. Once, she would have worried about how to get rid of it, but there’s no point now.

“I wouldn’t stop here,” she tells it. “You’ll go hungry.”

Because there’s nothing for it to feed on in her blighted garden. Not unless it eats gravel and dry, yellowing grass. Continue reading

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