Here’s another post that you’re reading days and days after I write it.
Jodi and I had a show last Thursday night and went out afterwards with his sweetie, Sam, to hang and celebrate that it went pretty darn well. About 10:30, I pulled out my G1 to check the time and it was open to email.
The top message had the subject line, “Contact: Hugo Nomination.”
Jodi and Sam ceased to exist for a moment (Sorry, fellows) and I opened the email. As I read it, a grin spread across my face and I looked up, totally cutting Sam off. “Gentlemen, I’ve just been nominated for a Hugo.”
None of us could shriek but they were as appropriately enthusiastic as a girl could wish. I know we talked about other things afterwards, but my head was totally wrapped up in HUGO!
Holy cow! My story. A Hugo nominee!!!!
And I have to keep it a secret. Do you have any idea how painful it is to hang out with SF folks when you’re holding in something like this? I’m distracting myself by shopping for a dress. I think that’s reasonable, don’t you?