2026 has been…a slightly excessive year for my writing, I think. I did a rough tally and I think I had 50,000 words of prose come out this year, across ten separate short stories. That is basically too much and I promise not to do it again (no, really, this was a bizarre confluence of circumstances that will not be repeated).
If you are reading for awards — or simply reading to find New Things to enjoy or recommend — I would be very grateful if you kept any of my pieces in mind when it came to your consideration. It really means a lot!
In particular this year, I’d love it if you considered Three Fortunes on Alcestis as Told by the Fraud Baeliss Shudal, from February’s Clarkesworld, The Profitable Sentience of Household Goods, from May’s, and Five Bottles in Memory of the Winemaker Petronius Finch, from October’s. I think they are some of my best work.
If you want to look further than those, I’ll put the full list below!
Cosmic Horror Monthly, Issue 67.
Horror, 4700 words. January 2026.
There was a man who built his house on shell.
Three Fortunes on Alcestis as Told by the Fraud Baeliss Shudal.
Clarkesworld, Issue 233.
Science fiction, 5000 words. February 2026.
I cannot read a desert and I cannot read sand but I can read people and tell them words they will believe.
Featured as a monthly favourite on Tar Vol On, and as a must-read by Reactor.
The Profitable Sentience of Household Goods.
Clarkesworld, Issue 236.
Science fiction, 3300 words. May 2026.
Your job is Light Switch, for now.
Featured as a monthly favourite on Tar Vol On.
Trollbreath Magazine, Issue 8.
Fantasy, 3200 words. June 2026.
I’m here to save lives. I’m here to stop the wedding.
A Candle for Her Tireless Dead.
Beneath Ceaseless Skies, Issue 459.
Fantasy, 5200 words. June 2026.
Soon Otan-Pur will be jewel and dominion both.
Kaleidotrope, Summer 2026 Issue.
Fantasy, 5300 words. July 2026.
If knowledge was power, the Parliament of Books ruled the world.
My Holiday from the Bringer of the Rain.
Trollbreath Magazine, Issue 9.
Fantasy, 4000 words. September 2026.
The first time I killed the Bringer of the Rain, everyone was pleased.
Five Bottles in Memory of the Winemaker Petronius Finch.
Clarkesworld, Issue 241.
Science fiction, 5100 words. October 2026.
Wine breathes, down here in the dark.
Fusion Fragment, Issue 29.
Science fiction / fantasy, 5300 words. October 2026.
They are born helmet-first when they come.
Pareidolia.
Cosmic Horror Monthly, Issue 78.
Horror, 4900 words. December 2026.
Mankind has a talent for faces. We build them everywhere we go.
And yes, if you’ve read through to the end — the last of those isn’t out yet. It’s a good one, though. So I’m including it.
Thank you for your consideration!