Award Eligibility 2022
This year I have two short stories for consideration, and three essays for best related work. Thank you for reading!
If you only have time for one thing, try "The Travel Guide to the Dimension of Lost Things"
The Travel Guide to the Dimension of Lost Things
Published in Podcastle
Short story eligible for Hugo, Nebula, Locus Award, Bram Stoker Award, World Fantasy, British Fantasy, and others
Have you ever felt so tired that you just don’t feel anymore? Where you wake up, burrowed under the covers with a shaft of light somehow piercing through them and right into your brain, and realize that here comes one more day you need to endure, to wait through, until you can blessedly sleep again and stop experiencing this whole existence thing?
This is where I am. I’m deeply considering whether it’s worth just snaking my hand out of my bed-burrito to grab my phone, bring it in, and then just play solitaire until I can fall asleep again instead of even considering what I need to get done today . . . until I realize that the light piercing through is bright green.
I shove down enough of the covers to pop my head out and wince as the light hits my eyes directly. I blink, trying to shake the sleep from my head. It’s one of those lights that projects moving stars or confetti or whatever, like the ones we had at the roller rink I worked at in high school. It’s floating in the air, bobbing as though it were stuck in a current, with its power cable floating behind it. It’s not plugged into anything, but it’s projecting with all its might.
Short story eligible for Hugo, Nebula, Locus Award, Bram Stoker Award, World Fantasy, British Fantasy, and others
Have you ever felt so tired that you just don’t feel anymore? Where you wake up, burrowed under the covers with a shaft of light somehow piercing through them and right into your brain, and realize that here comes one more day you need to endure, to wait through, until you can blessedly sleep again and stop experiencing this whole existence thing?
This is where I am. I’m deeply considering whether it’s worth just snaking my hand out of my bed-burrito to grab my phone, bring it in, and then just play solitaire until I can fall asleep again instead of even considering what I need to get done today . . . until I realize that the light piercing through is bright green.
I shove down enough of the covers to pop my head out and wince as the light hits my eyes directly. I blink, trying to shake the sleep from my head. It’s one of those lights that projects moving stars or confetti or whatever, like the ones we had at the roller rink I worked at in high school. It’s floating in the air, bobbing as though it were stuck in a current, with its power cable floating behind it. It’s not plugged into anything, but it’s projecting with all its might.
Worrywart
Published in Galaxy's Edge (email me for a copy)
Short Story eligible for Hugo, Nebula, Locus Award, World Fantasy, British Fantasy, and others
Fairy gifts are great if they come from a smart fairy. A smart fairy knows not to deal in too many abstracts without defining them. But my fairy godfather, Morningflower, gifted me with “being able to confront my biggest problems head-on,” which meant that instead of having a baseline level of anxiety neatly tucked into my head, I had Bub.
Bub was my anxiety. He looked like a navy-blue goblin, and was the size of a big watermelon. Not that he was visible to anyone else, but I’d been able to see him since the age of eight. He hadn’t left my side once.
And today he was cranky.
Short Story eligible for Hugo, Nebula, Locus Award, World Fantasy, British Fantasy, and others
Fairy gifts are great if they come from a smart fairy. A smart fairy knows not to deal in too many abstracts without defining them. But my fairy godfather, Morningflower, gifted me with “being able to confront my biggest problems head-on,” which meant that instead of having a baseline level of anxiety neatly tucked into my head, I had Bub.
Bub was my anxiety. He looked like a navy-blue goblin, and was the size of a big watermelon. Not that he was visible to anyone else, but I’d been able to see him since the age of eight. He hadn’t left my side once.
And today he was cranky.
Think "mild" omicron is no big deal? Here's what Long COVID symptoms feel like
Published in the San Francisco Chronicle, text at http://www.effieseiberg.com/nonfiction
Nonfiction essay eligible for best related work for Hugo, and others
Nonfiction essay eligible for best related work for Hugo, and others
Just because some people can pretend COVID is over, doesn’t mean it actually is
Published in the San Francisco Chronicle, text at http://www.effieseiberg.com/nonfiction
Nonfiction essay eligible for best related work for Hugo, and others
Nonfiction essay eligible for best related work for Hugo, and others
Biden says the COVID pandemic is over. He could have fooled me
Published in the San Francisco Chronicle, text at https://archive.ph/gpHYO
Nonfiction essay eligible for best related work for Hugo, and others
Nonfiction essay eligible for best related work for Hugo, and others