Category: writing


It feels utterly gauche to share personal good news in the midst of this horror, but… the votes are in.

I am a finalist in BSFA’s “Best Non-Fiction (Short)” category with my essay, “When People Giggle at Your Name, or the 2025 Hugo Awards Incident.”

You can find the full list of nominees over here. (Note to readers from 2027 and beyond: the link will have been reused for future awards. You can use the Wayback Machine to see the page as it was.)

This is… wild. Mindblowing. Unbelievable. And not simply because I got more votes than Chuck Wendig or Cory Doctorow. (Their non-fiction pieces were among the 23 that didn’t make it into the top-5.)

Wild. To think, all this for an essay that was fueled by pure rage, written in one sitting over the course of perhaps an hour, with no drafts and only the quickest of revisions just before I posted it.

Rage ain’t exactly good for long-term health, but it gets shit done. When done right, it gets people to stop and look and frown and take notice. And, if the stars align, it gets them to take action.

I will not be able to attend this year’s Eastercon on account of having committed to hike from Mexico to Canada for the second time (as one does), but I am very very honoured, and I shall be there in spirit.

Thank you, fellow artists. Thank you, BSFA’s supporters of the arts. Thank you all.

Week 6

This week’s story was a wild mix of sci-fi, horror, and dark humour, weighing in at about 1,650 words. Pro tip: it’s much easier to draft and edit if the entire story is a monologue! No worrying about the characters’ body language, no need to overthink whether you used the “said” speech tag a few times too many… Easy, eh.

After a couple of perfunctory, almost ritualistic submissions to two very fast, very competitive markets (both declined), the story is off to a fun anthology that had inspired it in the first place. I should hear back from them sometime in May, which seems almost impossibly far, considering my likely March plans…

As we say in Québec – on sera.

Week 7

At some point, every sci-fi writer gets tempted to write a response to Ursula K. Le Guin’s classic “The Ones Who Walk Away from Omelas.” I gave into the temptation.

This week: an 1,800-ish word story about Omelas and Cold Equations and more!

Week 8

Accidentally wrote two stories instead of one. I realized Memezine had a 2/28 deadline, and it felt like a really fun project to be part of, so I put together a funny (and topical!) 850-word story for them. If they pass, I have 2 more markets lined up…

This week’s main story is based on one of my short films! (I’d written that script myself, too, just to be clear.)

It’s the age-old tale of a demon tempting a person with power and riches… Except that the demon is an AI (what else?) and it’s in space and they’re both women (or women-presenting, in any case).

I took more care than usual with it, but after six drafts (and at 2,483 words) it’s ready to send out, eh.

My new short story “When All You Have is a Time Portal…” is out in this week’s Black Cat Weekly!

It combines two of my hobby horses: hard sci-fi and political science. Syria’s civil war resulted in six million refugees, and that was enough to radically change Europe’s politics. What if it was 100 million time-refugees? And from 50 years ago, with hopelessly outdated skills? And what if you could encourage them (gently or otherwise) to get out of your era and skip another 50 years down the timeline?..

Read on to find out how that plays out!

I have a new story out in Neon & Smoke! “But with a Whisper” is a 1,000-word sci-fi tale about the futuristic fog of war, about manipulation, about individuality… It’s written in pentameter, because the world needs more pentameter.

The opening line (“She glitters as she falls amid the stars”) came to me in a dream, and the rest followed.

Enjoy!

https://www.neonandsmoke.com/issue-2/but-with-a-whisper

I have a new story out today in Permanent Flux!

“Some Notes on Becoming a God” is partly fantasy, partly magical realism, partly autobiographical…

What is the nature of belief? What fundamental aspects of our universe do we not perceive, despite always being surrounded by them? (Radio waves, gamma radiation, good vibes…) What if divinity were possible for any one of us, at least in theory?

I rarely play favourites, but I must say, I love how this story turned out. I hope you like it too!

You can read it over here.

“An unlicensed poet! Grab him!”


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I have a new short story out in Foofaraw!

“The Weapons of World War IV” is my satirical intepretation of Einstein’s famous quote – because war is absurd by definition, and because it should be satirized, always and by all means

I hope you enjoy this 600-word flash story.

(Just now, a friendo informed me that Ray Bradbury’s 1952 story “A Piece of Wood” deals with the same premise. I’ve just read it over here, and it’s excellent. Also, good thing ideas can’t be copyrighted, eh?)

Free micro-story! “Yum”

You walk past yet another missing-person flyer. The new restaurant has a deal on their “special steak.” It’s unlike anything you’ve ever tasted.

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Week 3: this week was special. I’ve decided to tackle magical realism and specifically the sub-1,000-word flash format. Each word had a purpose. The end result is a 996-word tale of Shintoism, and small gods, and belief as an act of self-care – not as a way to show off.

Week 3.1.Rights, Wrongs, Lefts” – a 100-word drabble written on a very long walk through Tokyo’s chilly streets. That one wasn’t even part of the plan – it just happened, eh. And then, ironically, it became my first 2026 to be published. Life can be funny like that.

Week 4: got a bit carried away! I once had a particularly terrible boss when I was a warehouse grunt. Those memories have stayed with me, even over a decade later. I finally felt confident enough to turn them into a story, but it kept growing and growing…

Anyway, now I have a 8,592-word hard sci-fi novelette and a new mini-quest: trying to find a market that would buy something this long. My previous longest story was 5,300 words long.

Good times. Good times…

Week 5: decided to finally write down a pretty dark story (inspired by true events!) that’d been bouncing in my braincicle for quite a while. The end result is a 2,580-word sci-fi noir story. Quite an underappreciated subgenre, that. In a way, it’s a complete opposite of solarpunk. You know, you absolutely know that there won’t be a happy ending… And in my opinion, that adds a certain beautiful element of fatalism.

With luck, I’ll finally be able to break into The Dark or The Deadlands with this tale!

*sells four short stories in one day*

“Well done, universe, old chap. I’m glad we’re finally seeing eye to eye on this. Splendid!”

*gets 10 rejections in a row*

“Alexa, how do I join a monastery?”

*wakes up to find two new story sales*

“Oh, universe, you jolly rascal. You really had me going there, old friend.”