Shirley Jackson Award Finalist

What? I know. It’s been almost a month but typing this still feels surreal. If anyone had told me last year that I’d be nominated for a couple of prestigious awards (3, but who’s counting) I would have laughed in their faces. But I am immensely grateful. Writing is a lonely task, and it really is something to have people not only read and connect with your work, but love it so much that they vote for it. Thank you all.

I didn’t win the award, and I’m not even mad about it (he says, while looking for whom to pelt with his pebble). Being a finalist is a great honour.

For the curious, here is the award nominated story.

Here is my token, my very own pebble with which I can join the characters of the Lottery, in pelting the winner.