We are again feeling very submissive. After receiving waves of rejection and deafening silence from the dozens of publishers and literary agents we submitted the full text of HETEROPOCALYPSE: RITUAL to, we decided to make sacrifices.
We broke our text. Nothing is sacred. The carefully interwoven stories of the Heteropocalypse have been disentangled, unfurled and forced unnaturally into separate short stories. The disentangling took one thing and turned it into nine.
Those nine things are now being submitted to every literary journal we can find, one at a time. This multiplies our work exponentially, but also the possibilities of a match. When The New Yorker rejects “The Moon is a Thin Balloon” we can send them “A Cup of Sugar” next. If McSweeny’s doesn’t get the off-beat humor of “his cardigan is suddenly uncomfortably warm” they might go for the bizarre treatment of pop culture in “Miley has Invited Billie Rae to Dinner”. We’re sending “A Pegasus Conceived” or “The Last Ritual” to publishers of sci-fi and fantasy, and attempting other genre-focusing choices.
Anyone who wishes to assist with this sisyphean task will be rewarded with sneak previews of the stories. Please contact heteropocalypse@riseup.net if you are interested. 
