Frequently Asked Questions

Hey everyone,

It’s Layla, the Editor in Chief of 1932 Quarterly, and I’m here to answer some frequently asked questions for everyone who has been interested in how exactly the general literary journal process works.


How many people are involved in 1932 Quarterly?

There are roughly 25-30 associate editors. Then we have the Editor-in-Chief (me), the General Managing Editor, a Managing Editor of Prose, and two Managing Editors of Poetry. We have a Website Coordinator, a Managing Editor of Design, and a design team of roughly 4 associate design editors. We also have various other people who help solicit submissions and marketing, we work closely with other creative endeavors as well. So we are operating with a team of about 40 people.


Where are good places to go to find literary journals that are currently accepting submissions? 

DUOTROPE.COM!!! Seriously, is the best. It is very helpful.  Also, I’m currently a member of about five facebook groups for writers as well as a member of two different email groups. Here, people will post about which literary journals are accepting submissions. Once you start to get your foot in the door of this literary realm, it becomes very easy to find literary journals that fit your style.


How does the editing process work?

Editing works similarly in most places, but this is what we do at 1932. The poetry editors get a packet with all the poems in them and the prose editors get a packet with all the prose in them. There is no indication of the identity of the author on any of these pieces.  They are then asked to read them and rate them on a scale of 1-10. They can write as many or as little comments as they want on the pieces. We then take the average of all the rankings and we have a big meeting where we discuss all the pieces and people defend why -or why not- a piece should be accepted.


What happens if the editors want to change my work, but I do not want to change it? 

Unless it is a grammatical error in a some prose, we will never ask you to change your work. If you’re accepted, we will give you the opportunity to revise it before publication, but we will never ask you to change your work. We accept work as is, so if there is something we don’t like about it, we won’t try to change it to fit our style or preference. There will never be a conflict of the writers creative license vs. our personal preference.  I can say this is true for nearly every literary journal to which I’ve submitted as well.


How Many Submissions do you normally get?

Well, we’ve only had one reading period thus far, but we got over 200 submissions. I’ll keep you posted once this reading period begins!


How is 1932 Quarterly funded?

I pay for 1932 Quarterly out of my own pocket. Which seems intense, I know. Shortly we will be allowed to apply for grants, but currently I pay for everything. The price of shipping and some small things are offset by the revenue from copies we’ve sold, so it’s not all bad.


How frequently do people get accepted when they submit to literary journals?

I can only speak for myself, but for every 5-7 poems I submit, only 1 gets accepted. Unless I have a really good month, like in November I got three acceptances in 2 days. So it is discouraging but it is totally worth it.


Can you make a living having your work published in literary journals?

If you want to be homeless, sure. I’ve had quite a few poems published, but I’ve only gotten paid three times for a poem that was published. One check was for $30.00, the other check was $250.00 and another check was $3.00.  Most writers do this as a point of personal fulfillment so the fiscal aspect does not matter. So it’s nearly impossible to use this as a source of income, however writing your own chapbook or self publishing is an entirely different story.


Some Extra Pointers:

-Always read previously published pieces for each journal to which you’re planning to apply, to see if you fit what they’re looking for. Most journals have a very specific vision, so check out an older issue to see if you’d make a good fit.

-Making a account is the best thing you could possibly do. It keeps track of most of your submissions and it makes submitting super easy.

-It takes months to hear back from most journals so don’t think they forgot about you, you will always hear back, unless otherwise noted. So don’t worry!

-Don’t get discouraged. Rejections suck, but the acceptances make it worth it.


I hope this answered some of your questions, and if you have any more questions feel free to comment on our facebook page and ask. We still have a week left until our spring deadline so submit, submit, submit!



“First Amendment, my ass…” by Alessandra Jacobs

After graduation, I learned that writing is not just this intense academic pursuit. Writing is not only something you do to get graded on. Writing does not solely encompass the ages 5 to 22, and then you are off the hook. Writing is entwined in life; it is as necessary as speaking. In my post-college life, I write to-do lists, memos for work, post-its to my boss, Instagram captions and, Facebook statuses, more-often-than-not linking to a politically-charged article.

 The need for decorum in social media is seldom mentioned, and I didn’t even consider it until this recent political campaign and the dawn of a new era in free speech. Up until this point, I have never been very political or personal on Facebook or Instagram. My rule was: if I wouldn’t say it to a stranger, I wouldn’t post-it online. I still follow that rule, but I recently have had to add a few more stipulations in the wake of this new climate.

Recently, I had posted a link to an article on Facebook, a link from I would deem NPR a fairly reputable source, but hey, who am I to say? The article was titled: “Nonreligious Americans Remain Far Underrepresented in Congress”. I liked the article because it identified the fact that just one of the 535 members of Congress was affiliated as “nonreligious”. I considered that a topic worth exploring and was a fresh way of looking at the Congressional make-up. Oh wrong I was.

I say wrong, of course, satirically. A comment on my post from a non-friend surprised me. He had seen my status from a friend of mine liking it and adding it to her timeline; he , then, felt compelled to comment. I am always open to dissenting opinions, welcoming them even. Yet, I did not expect such aggressive and random disrespect. He questioned the validity of the article and the need of representation for the nonreligious portion of America. I was fine with his disagreement, but I was not fine with his response to my comment. His response was as follows:

I call them as I see them. Like or lump, your choice. Get your candidates up to run on your thoughts. After the polls close. Crawl home with your tails between your legs.

He had also proceeded to repost the article and called me an idiot in his repost (when someone reposts your article you get a little notification – not so wise on his part).  So I, of course, was not thrilled. I love a little political battle but not this type of petty nonsense. My initial reaction was to insult his small-mindedness, his political beliefs, his lack of education, and his rudeness. I wanted to answer in all caps, without spellcheck and all sorts of syntax error.

            I did, though, stop myself because I wanted this brief exchange to be productive. I calmed myself and gave a succinct and thought-out answer – at least to me:

No need to attack. It’s just an article written to express someone’s feelings. And I call it like I see it, and my opinion is just as valid as yours. Have a great night! And agree to disagree.

            I wanted the conversation to be of value, no matter how absurd two strangers fighting through Facebook statuses may be. He responded as such:

            Agreed, like your style, wish it could have been subject we both agreed on.

And that was that – two strangers battling it out online came to a respectful consensus. That is a rare result these days. I decided to write this on this particular because this is writing in its most basic and mundane form. This writing has the same value as a short story or poem you may create. I post articles on Facebook because I have passion for women’s rights and civil rights. I repost an article with a well-written explanation and defend it with statements and facts. My writing that I submit to literary magazines is of the same caliber that I respond to troll comments.

            That is the power of writing. It makes the mundane have value and influence. It can make you have said influence, be it of a positive or negative nature. I know I felt voiceless in this strange and overwhelming campaign. I took back my voice by finding legitimate articles (use your English 101 training for that) and posting them with a purpose. I didn’t, and still don’t, post articles to make a petty point or inundate peoples’ feeds with my brainwashed opinions. I need my ideas to have purpose.

            Society will continue to use social media as a professional and personal platform. Twitter is where many people find out what is happening in the world, moment by moment. I used to write every day without realizing it. I forgot that my notes to my boss on rough drafts and my twitter bio were still representations of me and my writing.

            I know that most of you reading this very sentence at least appreciate the art of writing, so remember the importance of daily writing. I love to use words to captivate people, and said words can have the power to have a stranger consider a world beyond the four walls of their skull.

I hope that the next time you find yourself in a Facebook tug-of-war, you consider that the comment you write has the same power, the same moving parts as “It was the best of times, it was the worst of times, it was the age of wisdom, it was the age of foolishness, it was the epoch of belief…” And allow your digital writing footprint to be as illustrious as the remarkable Charles Dickens.


Writing and Stuff Pt2: The Benjamin Rozzi Story 

My road to writing creatively began in perhaps not the most conventional manner. In fact, prior to my first semester as a college junior, the extent of my writing repertoire began and ended with class-assigned essays and lab reports. I always flirted with the concept of writing a book, but who has time for writing recreationally when you don’t even have time to breathe or eat lunch or what have you; and when I did have the time—as far as a plot is concerned—every stone I upended fell flat on the ground where I first found it.

However, what most people don’t know is I struggled pretty heavily with depression from the beginning of my sophomore year in college up until I found myself in my writing. I’ll be the first person to admit that a part of my depression was brought on by overreactions to personal situations, but another part—and the part that was far more substantial—was my rather sluggish realization of trying to be something I wasn’t anymore. As a chemistry major, I began falling into a miserable cycle of waking up—if I got any sleep at all that night—and going through a set routine, eventually to the point that the day of the week constantly escaped me. As I continued to push myself through a discipline that was pulling out what little life I had left within me, the depression became debilitating to the point that I felt crushed under an intense, yet nonexistent, weight. Getting out of bed in the morning was, perhaps, the biggest struggle. Lying in bed, wrapped in my makeshift blanket burrito, with nothing but darkness around me was an aesthetic I wore far too long; everyone knew I was self-destructing, but no one knew why because everyone saw me as I was before—the brainiac with dreams of being a surgeon.


To try to stray away from using platitudes, I won’t accredit writing with saving my life, but that creative writing class in the fall of 2015 was certainly a bright light in an otherwise dark existence. That same year, I made the brave decision to change my major to English and attempt to finish my degree in but a year and a half, something I am proud to say I am completely on track to do despite my late transition.


Since making that brave leap, I’ve found a lot of success. First, I was named a Content Creator for, eventually working to the point where I was brought on as a Contributing Editor for my community. Just a few days after finishing my creative writing class, I submitted a short story and three poems to my college’s literary journal, The Wooden Tooth Review, and all but one poem was published. Shortly after the end of my junior year, I had a few columns published in my local newspaper, Herald Standard, and I was named lead prose editor for The Wooden Tooth Review’s 2017 volume (for which I wrote a new short story and poem, which are being considered for publication). And, that’s when 1932 rolled around.


Although 1932 isn’t my brainchild, I still treat it as if it was. My official titles are Managing Editor of Prose and Social Media Coordinator, but I go far beyond what those positions entail. I pour every inch of myself that I can into making sure that it has a chance at being successful, not just because my name is on it but also because I know how much it means to Layla, who was brave enough to follow her dreams. Our first issue, which will be in print soon (shameless plug), houses one of my short stories—the first piece that I ever wrote. If that’s not a storybook ending to my struggles over the past few years, I don’t know what is.


As far as tips for writing are concerned, I have a few that—much like my story in finding creative fiction—are unconventional, but I try to employ them in every piece I write. The first is that you shouldn’t always give your work a fairytale-style ending. Life doesn’t always end as neatly as Disney movies portray, so you shouldn’t be afraid to capture the evils that we and others around us face. The second is that a blank screen isn’t your worst nightmare; it’s the beginning of something potentially beautiful. Don’t let the absence of words deter you from finding your own. And, lastly, don’t be afraid to use your own experiences to fuel your writing fire. People will respond well to your writing if they can feel emotion exuding from the page.


Dare to be creative, find inspiration in nothing, and make yourselves vulnerable.

Writing and stuff: the Layla Lenhardt Story

When I was seven, I wrote a screenplay inspired by the Hall&Oats song, Rich Girl. But before that, I was writing stories with the help of my mother. My mother raised me in a library and I found books and knowledge to be the most respectable thing. My mom made me memorize Poe’s Annabelle Lee before I could efficiently spell and that jump-started my love for memorizing and reciting poetry (I know more Sylvia Plath than Ted Hughes did), and ultimately, for becoming a poet myself. In middle school, I was a gigantic fan of the pyramid scheme called and I had many of my  “poems” “published” which basically meant I wrote some nonsensical, existential bullshit about the world was always moving and people’s lives were always ending and told me they’d “publish” it and I could buy the book for $80.00USD or some craziness like that. Through this, however, my infatuation with seeing my own words written in a book had been sparked. It wasn’t until I started smoking cigarettes (which I do no longer) in high school that my poetry had gotten better. I found things a lot more inspiring at that time -though the cigarette smoking was merely incidental. My biggest dream was to fall in love and it inspired two unpublished novels (we can thank my first unrequited love, Dr. Eric Emilio Casero), and many poems and short prose. My writing found a home on Xanga, and I was pleased by it.

It wasn’t until I actually fell in love that I realized I could no longer write about love. My words no longer could explain love or give it justice. And I’ve continued to struggle with this quandary since then when writing fiction. In the next eight years, a lot of things happened. I believe life is a series of vignettes, each one completely separate from another, and I have volumes of them, all which inspired my writing. I fell in love with my honey-haired first love during a Sufjan Stevens song while counting cracks in the sidewalk, I lived in, and subsequently, got deported from the UK, I travelled the world with a man with a gambling addiction, I did some drugs and played some music, and, despite all odds, I moved to the Midwest with the person who has inspired most of my writing. My writing had a lot of inspiration, but it was still really hard to write at times.

I never got much recognition for my writing because I never looked for it. Save for my xanga friends, my college professor and Isreali author, Pearl Abraham was really the only one to outwardly recognize my writing and I look to her as a really special and important influence; I mean, she showed me Kate Chopin. This lead to a series of professors helping me become the writer I am today. Andrew Mulvania followed Pearl, and finally it was Dr. George David Clark. Dr. Clark chose me to be the editor-in-chief of our college literary journal, The Wooden Tooth Review, and I loved every minute of it. It was four AM and I was drinking bottom shelf whiskey from an orange Starbuck’s mug, while looking over the poetry submissions, totally exhausted, and I said aloud to no one specifically, “Oh my god, I love this. I need to do this with my life.” And I meant it, I was a law school drop out who really had no idea what I was going to do.

So that’s how 1932 began. I moved to the Midwest from a fast paced, east coast city and I was lonely and bored and drunk in a swimming pool. It was then that I realized I could take control of my life and do whatever I wanted to do. And I wanted to make a literary journal in hopes that I could share the feeling of pride and fulfillment with others, in hopes that I could bring people together. And it has been truly incredible.

In my time after college, I have gotten three poems published in literary journals and I’ve gotten about 13 rejections. Being a poet is basically constant rejection littered with an occasional acceptance. And while waking up on a Monday morning to a rejection letter absolutely blows,  that one acceptance letter will lift your spirits higher than e.e. cummings’ hot air balloon and honestly, it will inspire you to write that much more. So I guess the moral of this story is never give up and it’s okay to feel discouraged, but there always will be that acceptance letter just waiting around the corner for you, and it makes it all worth it.  If I’ve come this far, anyone can.


Update on Inaugural Issue

Within the next week or so, our managing editors of poetry and prose will be reaching out to those who submitted! We’ll be sending acceptance letters and potential edits back shortly! Our inaugural issue is really shaping up to be something spectacular! Prepare for it at the very end of January. We had such an overwhelming and unexpected amount of submissions all of which were phenomenal and I am so thankful for every single person who has helped in any way, no matter how small.

I love you all and I’m so excited!


Letter from the Editor

Dear readers, submitters, and curious folk alike,

I’ve always been awful at missing people -utterly and completely terrible at it. I’ve been lucky enough to live in dozens of cities and countries across this darling earth and I’ve been even luckier to fall in love with the vast number of people I’ve met. Unfortunately, I’ve had to leave everyone I’ve ever loved as well. I’ve always wished for one thing and one thing only, and that was to bring all of the people who’ve ever made me feel alive, youthful, electric, comforted, not alone, appreciated, and sublimely happy in one place and that’s what I plan to do with 1932 Quarterly. 1932 Quarterly is my way of having everyone I’ve ever loved -from Seattle to London to Philly to Vienna and everywhere in between- in one place. At least between the covers of 1932 Quarterly they’ll all be in one place and it will bridge the distance gap. So this is about bringing unlikely people together and building an everlasting bond and it has been such a beautiful and fulfilling endeavor so far.

-Layla Lenhardt