We All Float Down Here, Georgie…
Campbell Award and the Hugos
So it is now official: I’m a John W. Campbell Award finalist (Best New Author).
I’ve known for about 2 weeks or so now and it’s been very, very hard to stay quiet about it. I was thrilled and shocked to get the email. I figured I have a very small chance at making the ballot, but not a huge one due to how many amazing new authors are out there right now. Quite frankly, I figured next year might be my year to make the ballot.
Joining me on the ballot are Wesley Chu (I’m a huge fan, btw), Kary English, Eric S. Raymond, and Rolf Nelson. Of those, the only author I haven’t read yet is Rolf (that will change shortly… he has a free novel up on Amazon that I’m going to look at tonight). So yeah, I’m happy with being a finalist. I don’t care what place I come in.
I’ve been following Twitter since the announcements and… well, it’s very disheartening to see just how many people are labeling me racist, homophobic and a misogynist because I was on the Sad Puppy 3 slate. I mean, sticks and stones and all that jazz, but it still makes me wonder why some people are just so… I don’t know, is butthurt the right word? No… gah, what is the word?
Anyways, instead of lamenting the finalists of the Hugo Awards, perhaps we should be congratulating them? I mean, Jim Butcher and Kevin J. Anderson are finalists in the SAME YEAR! Holy sh*t!! I have no idea who I would put before the other. Throw Ann Leckie into the mix… *shakes head*
That’s one hell of a tough choice right there, folk. Plain and simple.
The other categories might be a little easier when I get my voting packet. I’ve got a lot of reading to do and not a lot of time to do it (must finish novels… and short stories… and edit… argh).
Oh, another thing. The LEGO Movie made it. That made my week. I know that the producers and whatnot probably never pay any attention to the Hugos, but I was thrilled. The LEGO Movie was fabulous and quite underrated by the critics.
(Ah, the word is mitgefühl. Sort of. Not quite, but it’s the best I could come up with. I knew it was the antonym of schadenfreud)
Anyways, congratulations to all the finalists. Now, I’m off to play tanks and celebrate by… finishing up that ZA short story before my editor kills me.