It was pleasant surprise to find my short story, Blanquitos on the illustrious British Science Fiction Association's longlist for the BSFA Award. I have no idea how much of a chance my story about the pain of nostalgia and decaying neighborhoods to make it to the final ballot, but I'm honored to be in such good company. ...
In response to the upcoming awards season for science fiction and fantasy writing, I submit my work for consideration and hope you'll keep it in mind when you cast your ballots for the Nebulas, Locus, Stoker, World Fantasy, and Shirley Jackson Awards. You have my thanks for reading, and (if you're so moved) recommending and voting for my work. Short Story Category – Fiction Under 7,500 Words Blanquitos, published by Typebar Magazine #7. A story about old friends, old memories, and how nostalgia can be a boomerang. A Line of Ink, Stretching Back Like a Shadow, published by Cold Signal Magazine (Issue #3). A mythic coming-of-age story for a boy made of living language. ...
My most recent story, Blanquitos is out at Typebar Magazine. It's a story in the subgenre I'm calling TropiWeird - an offshoot of Weird Fiction that takes place in the more tropical latitudes, and that often deals with issues of colonialism. It's possibly my TropiWeirdest story yet, halfway between an urban legend and a riff on Arthur Machen's The White People. My story also got published on the same day last year when we realized our beloved old dog, Biz's health took a turn for the worse. So, just as this story was emerging, Biz was laying in her bed behind me. The odd little quirks of her personality gone, dulled by the pain. I was torn between the joy of getting Blanquitos on the page at last, and the fear that Biz might be dying and I just wasn't ready for that. What an accursed feeling that was. Before I...
Howdy, all. Yes, I'm still alive, but have neglected updating here. Some of the reasons for my time away have been my choice. For instance, one of the reasons I've not been updating as regularly is that I started a monthly-ish newsletter called Crosshatches which has diverted a lot of what I'd be writing here in a way that feels a bit more immediate and rewarding. The other issue that's kept me away is the increase in workload and general stress this new administration's created. I'm a federal employee, and since the beginning of 2025, the constant stress of not knowing if I would lose my job, adjusting to the return to office mandate (which we were required to adjust to on very short notice). And now, there's the government shutdown and I'm not so sure when I'll be getting my next paycheck. This, too, shall pass they say. Sadly, I'm...
A couple months back, "Up In the Hills, She Dreams of Her Daughter Deep In the Ground" was shortlisted for the Brave New Weird Award (run by Tenebrous Press - go, indie publishers!). Well, the news is out: my story won this year, and it's an honor to be in a table of contents with so many other amazing weirdos! Truly an honor! Many thanks to Aigner Loren Wilson, my editor, the whole Strange Horizons Magazine team, and to everyone who read my Bad Time and loved it nonetheless. Brave New Weird, Volume 2 will be released on June 26, 2024, so pre-order now (if you can, of course!) and remember: please keep it weird, everyone. . . ...