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Dear Reader's future

 


Charley and Talis are actively looking for ways to make Dear Reader better, for readers and writers like. Since the start of 2021, we've put out themed calls for submissions and we've also updated (albeit on an ad hoc basis) our inspiration page, with pictures and music for stumped authors to use as prompts. While throwing ideas around this week, we made a drastic decision that we nevertheless feel is a sensible move for the site. So, following the final Wednesday in July, when two amazing poems will be published, Dear Reader will be closing down entirely.

For a month. 

During this month, Charley and Talis are going to be editing and tweaking the site a lot. Rest assured, though, that if you're already published with us then your work will remain published. If you're hoping to be published with us, you are still encouraged to submit work during this month period, but note that Charley and Talis may be a little slower than usual with replies. 

After this month - on September 1 - Dear Reader will relaunch with a new call for submissions, asking for:

  • poetry
  • flash fiction (word count limits to be decided)
  • reviews (word count limits to be decided)

That's right; we'll be throwing our doors open to a new spread of genres that we hope will make the site a more varied and dynamic home for authors to submit to. On September 1, then, we will update the site with new submission guidelines and announce our call-out for expanding genres - as well as welcoming back poetry, too!

This is a big move for the site and we hope you're all as excited as we are about it. For a small sample of the reviews and flash we'll be expecting, Charley and Talis have published their own works (from these two genres respectively) on the site for your reading pleasure this week. It's also worth keeping a look out throughout the end of July because we've got some corkers listed for publication. 

For now, though, Charley and Talis can't thank people enough for their continued support and we hope to see more of you, and read more from you, in the coming months. 

All our best wishes and good writing vibes -

xx


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