Murky Depths

As a writer it's good to have goals. Some of them are easily attainable, some of them you know are going to be a long shot, and others are the kind usually relegated to the realms of fantasy. This is applicable to the kinds of magazines you wish to see your work appear in. Hey, wouldn't we all love to be regularly featured in F & SF, Asimov's, Analog, Interzone, Weird Tales, and the like? I know I would. Unfortunately, most of us have to find other venues for our work. But that doesn't mean you have to compromise on quality. There are a good few small press magazines out there which actually look fantastic, streets ahead of the Big Mags in terms of presentation, art design, etc. These magazines include such labours of love as Zahir: Unforgettable Tales, Midnight Street Magazine, and 'new kid on the block', Murky Depths. None of these mags pay vast amounts, but what they offer the submitting author is a wonderful home for their story, a place where you know it will be well-treated, pampered almost; and, sometimes, the promise of specially-commissioned artwork to nestle alongside your prose in a rewarding and heartwarming symbiosis. What it all comes down to is finding the best market for your work. That doesn't have to be (or shouldn't have to be) in the pages of pro zines.

That long-winded preamble was my way of saying how proud I am to have recently had a story accepted at Murky Depths. Edited by Terry martin, Murky Depths is "a quarterly anthology with a difference. It features top quality speculative fiction with sprinklings of horror and fantasy that push the boundaries of science fiction..."
My story 'Halls of the Tollomai' is scheduled to appear in the September '08 issue, No. 5. I can't wait, and I urge you to check out the mag in the meantime.

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