Archive for January, 2026


Ruminations

Sometimes I wonder what my ~140 pending submissions for poems and short stories are up to. The relative lack of replies in my inbox perplexes me so.

My best bad guess is that editorial teams all over the world are throwing chairs at one another and yelling at the top of their lungs as they argue -ardently and passionately – how best to phrase their acceptance letters.

Yeah… Yeah, that must be it.

The Vigilants of Ikea

Ikea. Food court. Coffee machine. The old lady’s latte is done, but the last few drops keep dripping into her cup.

Drip.

She stands, staring, waiting. So do we all.

Drip, drip, drip.

She’ll never move. Her vigil is eternal. We shall stay here forevermore, shoppers no longer.

Watchmen.

Vigilants.

Drip…

I have a new story out today in Black Cat Weekly #230 – huzzah!

“To Rue, To Revel, To Revert” is… dark. Not going to sugarcoat it. In a world of holograms and brain chips, true justice means rewriting the soul. Any tyrant’s talents can be repurposed to serve our society, but not the way you’d imagine…

This story is about who you think it is, yes, but also every other tyrant like him. I hope you enjoy it.

https://blackcatweekly.com/b/DHl0j

I’ve just found out that I’m on the BSFA longlist!

My essay “When People Giggle at Your Name, Or the 2025 Hugo Awards Incident” is in the Best Short Nonfiction category.

For those of you not in the know, BSFA stands for the British Science Fiction Association. BSFA members will have until February 19th to vote, and the next round will be the finalists.

.I just did some quick math, and my category has 28 nominees, which include Chuck Wendig (!) and Cory Doctorow (!!). I have no expectations that I’ll make it onto the shortlist, but it’s a tremendous honour to have made it on the longlist at all.

Upward and onward, y’all. Upward and onward.

2026 has been good to me thus far. I’m very very proud to announce a new published sci-fi short story. “To Dream of Better Worlds” poses a simple question: what if prophetic dreams are more than just dreams?

This story was a great way for me to combine some of my passions: sci-fi, strange history, and things that are undeniable but (thus far) unexplainable. For the record, every quote in that story was genuine – there was no misleading editing, eh.

I hope you enjoy the story! And afterwards, please feel free to check out the rest of the stories at Horrific Scribblings.

Here you go: https://horrificscribblings.com/to-dream-of-better-worlds/

(The first 2/3 of this post are backdated from my notes in early January.)

Seeing as this is a brand new year and all – I’m going to use Ray Bradbury’s method of writing one new short story per week. (I’m less sure of his other method – reading 1 story, 1 poem, and 1 essay per day – but I will try.)

Potential downside: my to-be-sold story pile will balloon from 18 to 70.

Potential upside: multiple publications. Fame. Glory. Fans. Immortality. (Hey, I like to think big, okay?)

Onward, y’all. Ever onward.

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My self-imposed Bradbury challenge, week 1: I wrote a multilayered solarpunk story! Wasn’t easy… It took a lot of drafting and brainstorming – I hadn’t tried that subgenre before. Once I polish the final draft, it’ll be ~5K-6K words, possibly the longest story I’ve ever written. My longest thus far has been 5,300 words, with most others falling in the 1,000-2,500 range, and usually closer to 1,000.

Gonna try a simpler, less solarpunk-y story for next week.

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Self-imposed Bradbury challenge, week 2: last week’s story was wayyy outside my usual framework, so this week, I returned to my favourite subgenre: funny time travel! Wrote another story set in my connected storyverse and got great feedback from my beta readers, woo! Once I finish polishing the draft, the wordcount will be somewhere around 1,300.

In other creative news, I finally got a few film festival acceptances. Been a while, eh. One is the Big Bear, Little Festival in California. The other is Fargo Film Festival in North Dakota, for which I’d submitted the same film (“Please Don’t Send Help”) but squished from 2:46 to exactly 2 minutes. (That was a fun editing challenge!)

Big Bear is a small, first-time fest, and though I won’t be able to attend, I hope it goes great! FFF is famous for their hospitality, and there’s a possibility I’ll get to attend in person, though that’d be just before my as-yet-unconfirmed Pacific Crest Trail thruhike’s starting date. I’m currently waiting on a few rather important emails to help me finalize my summer plans… (A Finnish film festival; a Montreal university; the Quebec art grant bureau.) (My life is very strange.)

Onward. Ever onward.

My newest published story (the first of many this year!) is in the winter 2026 issue of The Colored Lens.

It’s part of my growing opus of time travel-related works (all of which are interlinked), and I had lots of fun adding my own spin to some of those old tropes.

This story is about the ethics of changing – or not changing – the timeline on a grand scale. It’s about the secret origin of Valkyries. It’s about cold calculations compiled into a cruel-seeming codex. It’s about the third and final chances…

The opening line: “When you’re a time traveler, every hour is a happy hour.”

Enjoy, eh.

Well met

An almost empty museum.

One visitor admires the art.

Three guards observe the visitor.

All become art.