Two signings coming up in the next week...

Sleeping Panther Press is honored to announce that both Heath Dollar (Waylon County: Texas Stories) and Richard J. Gonzales (Deer Dancer) have signings coming up in the next few days!

Heath Dollar signs Waylon County: Texas Stories 
The Published Page Bookstore
10 East Chambers Street,
On the Square
Cleburne, Texas 76031
Saturday, June 23, 2018
Facebook Event Page:

Richard J. Gonzales signs Deer Dancer
314 W. 8th Street
Dallas, Texas  75208
Tuesday, June 26th

Panther City Review 2018 is coming...

The submissions have been read. Those who've been accepted have received notices. Critiques have been sent to those who we hope will re-submit next year.

The good news is, Panther City Review 2018 is coming! Be on the lookout for an announcement in a few weeks as to the launch date.

For those of you who've submitted for the cover photo...well, we had a lot of submissions. It looks like it will be a week or two before the decision is made on that one.

Stay tuned...

Panther City Review 2018 Open for Submissions!
Panther City Review 2018 is now open for submissions! The theme for this issue is "Wisdom." The submission fee is $5 per entry (Poetry may submit up to 5 poems for $5). Please make sure to include the type of entry in the title of your document file (ie- nf=Non-Fiction, ss=Short Story, etc.). Please make sure your file is an editable file (ie- .docx or .rtf).

We are also seeking art for the cover. If you are an artist and interested in submitting for the cover art, please make sure to include a document describing the art you are submitting and how it relates to the theme of "Wisdom." Please make sure that your submission is a vertical image (the journal is printed 5.125" X 8"), and submitted as a .jpg file no smaller than 300 dpi.

Types of Entries: 
  Cover Art (Up to 2 entries and two descriptions per submission, vertical .png or .jpg, at least 
  300 dpi) 
Creative Non-Fiction (up to 4,000 words)
Novel Excerpt (up to 4,000 words)  
Poetry (up to 5 entries may be submitted for one fee of $5)
Short Play/Screenplay (up to 15 pages)
Short Story (up to 4,000 words)   
All submissions chosen for Panther City Review 2018 will receive a complimentary copy of the 2018 issue as well as wholesale discounts on any additional 2018 copies. Any submissions not accepted will receive critique notes as a thank you for your interest. If you have questions, please contact Rachel Pilcher at

The deadline is April 29, 2018, 11:59PM.  

*For an idea of the types of writing we are most likely to accept, please check out past issues of Panther City Review for purchase here.

Writer's Advice for the Holidays from Fort Worth Writer's Boot Camp

From our parent organization, Fort Worth Writer's Boot Camp:

It is often hard to find the time to create during the holidays. Between decorating, making it to at least some of the party invites, and enjoying the season with family, it can be difficult, if not downright impossible to have some quiet time to write. It’s actually okay to slow down a bit and enjoy yourself, but don’t stop writing altogether. Don’t feel guilty about it, either. See it as an opportunity to recharge after your years’ worth of hard work.
Tips to keep your writing on track during the holidays:

Journal. Sometimes you just need to be able to center your mind on the writing tasks at hand. Journaling can be a perfect way to get all of those extra thoughts that come about due to the holidays down on paper, but not distracting you from your writing.
Make the most of the time you do have. If you know you’re going to be at three holiday parties in one week, make sure you’re not spending too much time doing mindless activities, such as scanning social media for the latest bombshell news.
Get up 30 minutes to an hour earlier. Enjoy those quiet times in your house, when it’s dark and cold outside, to get words down. Early morning coffee will get the words flowing pretty quickly.
Don’t “over celebrate” by drinking too much! While it is well known that Hemingway liked to “Write drunk, edit sober” it really doesn’t work well for most writers. Indulge, but make sure you make it home safely and get plenty of rest.
Speaking of rest- don’t be the last one to leave the party! Make your rounds at the holiday parties, but leave at a reasonable time. This will ensure you will be rested well enough to get up and write the next day.
If you have family in town, spend as much time with them as you can. They won’t be around forever, so make the most of the time you have with them. If they’re crazy, then this will just give you opportunity for research on that next book!
Finally, relax. Enjoy your surroundings. Recharge your battery so that you can roll right into 2018 with gusto.

Happy Holidays from Fort Worth Writer’s Boot Camp and Sleeping Panther Press

Book Signings at Fort Worth Restaurant of the Mind in November

Fort Worth Restaurant of the Mind Bookstore in Saginaw, Texas, (524 S. Saginaw Blvd Suite 300
Fort Worth, Texas, 76179) will be hosting two signings for Sleeping Panther Press authors during November. Come out, get an autographed copy, and talk to the authors about their books, their writing process, and their future writing.

Deer Dancer by Richard Gonzales
Saturday, November 4, 2017

For more information on the signing,
check out the Facebook Events page.

Saturday, November 11, 2017

For more information on the signing, 
check out the Facebook Events page.

Waylon County: Texas Stories by Heath Dollar Launches Saturday, October 7, 2017

Join Sleeping Panther Press and author Heath Dollar as we celebrate the launch of Waylon County: Texas Stories, a collection of well-crafted short stories surrounding the people of and from a fictional Texas Hill Country county.

Date: Saturday, October 7, 2017
Time: 4pm-6pm
Funkytown Festival's Creative Arts Lounge
1549 North Main Street
Fort Worth, TX 76164
The festivities are from 4pm-6pm, with a brief author reading beginning at 4:30pm. Copies will be available for purchase before and after the reading for $15.

Please park either on the street surrounding the building, or across the street behind the Mercado Building (accessible from both 14th and 20th Streets.

RSVP via the Facebook Event Page.

About the Book:
Whether they left home fast or would never dream of leaving, Waylon County is about folks from the heart of the Texas Hill Country. A nine-time bride is faced with a law stopping her from marrying again. A military contractor, fresh from Afghanistan, enters the Wailin’ Biscuit CafĂ© with a comfort monkey on his back, and a bookman descended from Spanish explorers discovers an incredible treasure. Waylon County is Texas itself. It is a place of fable, satire, and the slow drawl of truth.
About the Author:
Heath Dollar is a native Texan, and his family has lived in the state for more than 150 years. His writing has appeared in the Dallas Morning News, among other publications, with his fiction receiving recognition from the Texas Observer. He has lived in both Europe and Asia, and his work as the lyricist and frontman for a blues-rock band was released on a Prague record label. You can read more about and by Heath on his blog at

Panther City Review 2017 Error Correction

An unfortunate error was made in the printing process of Panther City Review 2017 which incorrectly placed part of another writers' work in the body of Julie Franklin's story Faith Tested. This has since been corrected with the printer and all future copies of Panther City Review 2017 will have the full story included. With Julie's permission, Sleeping Panther Press would like to present her story, in its entirety, so that all may have the privilege of reading her beautiful words.

Faith Tested
by Julie Franklin

Throughout his lifetime, my father was a quietly religious man, with a deeply rooted faith; he attributed this in no small part to his main occupation and love, farming, confessing that faith was easier to embrace when combined intimately with nature and the earth. He would admit to that faith of his being tested often, however. This is the story of one such occasion.

     Bill and Margaret were both children of the land and when they married, there were lean times for them as farmers, as was often the case. The only job Bill could get was share-cropping another man’s land, supplemented with occasional bouts of grave-digging (arduous, backbreaking and low-paying) done by hand in those days.
    The year 1950 saw them with one toddler born, and a second just birthed. It was time now, to leave the hospital, take this small one home, but the couple was sorely worried. The past year had not been good to them; last year’s crop had been poor and the spring’s stormy weather had caused this year’s planting to be delayed. Already it was mid-May, with the crops only recently into the ground. But food fit for a newborn was needed, and Margaret’s breast-milk was not yet in. And so it was, with a heavy heart, that Bill was forced, ‘hat in hand’, to approach the local drugstore owner, asking for the credit necessary to buy formula necessary for this baby. The charitable man, knowing Bill and Margaret from the local church congregation and aware of their humble circumstances, extended this so desperately needed credit. He knew Bill to be an honorable man and felt compassion for the young, hard-pressed family.
     It was late when they returned to the farmstead, yet Bill still had much to do. After unloading the old, beat-up farm truck and helping Margaret indoors, he went to the barn. Knowing Margaret would need help with the children, he hurried to feed and water the landowner’s livestock. This pregnancy and delivery had been especially hard on his slight but courageous wife, and she was still weak. He worked quickly, determined to finish up outdoors and get back inside to help.
     Finally, he returned to the old, ramshackle farmhouse, included with this share-cropped property. He pulled open the old warped, paint-peeled back door leading into the kitchen. Entering, he was immediately warmed by the wood fire he’d started earlier in the old black cook stove. Turning, his gaze came to rest upon his Margaret, seated at the scared kitchen table. Her head was buried in her arms, weeping silently and hopelessly. Try as she might, she had been unable to find any food to eat in the house. Even the milk had long since soured, what with them gone to the hospital for those three days. The toddler was tired, fretful and hungry – Margaret at her wit’s end. Sharp, angry words were exchanged.
     Bill angrily flung himself back outdoors. Muttering to himself, casting jerkily about the forlorn farm yard, he searched all around him, frustrated, helpless. In despair, he looked from the cornfields on his left, all the way to Margaret’s newly planted vegetable on the right. No matter where he cast his gaze, he could see nothing in his power to do, to assuage the hunger of his young and desperate family. In that moment of utter desolation, he raised his clenched fist to heaven, shouting aloud, “Why, God? Why have you abandoned me – I trusted you!” No answer.
     His desolation paralyzed him in such a deep thrall, he was unaware of his surroundings. Slowly, however, he became aware of a faint, rustling sound coming from the woodpile off to his left. His eyes followed the sound. He noticed an old, decaying log lying on the ground. Glory, those rustlings, louder now, seemed to be coming from that log. Warily, quietly, he bent down, glanced into the hallowed log, straightening quickly when he spied movement hear the center of the thing. Hurriedly, he propped a stone against the nearest end of the log, running to the far side to do the same. Then with great care, he extricated not one, but two half-grown rabbits from their hiding place. With renewed energy, he firmly grasped both and ran with them back to the house.
     Later, after they’d eaten their fill of the meat Margaret had so gratefully prepared, after the children had been tucked into bed and, finally, after they themselves had retired for the night, Bill lay in the darkness of his bedroom. Holding an exhausted Margaret while she slept, his thoughts returned to the rabbits. He thought about what their presence had meant to his family…and he cried. They were cleansing, renewing tears. These were tears of thanksgiving, of the realization his God had not forsaken him in this his worst hour.  Bill cried those tears for joy, in dawning awareness of what God had shown to him – God was indeed with him still – and forever.