That’s in addition to being one of the finalists in the International Horror Guild‘s awards.
I reckon that when I put the three nominations together, that’s just as cheering as a win.
I won’t be able to get to Calgary’s World Fantasy Convention for the ceremony – I’ve got a lot happening at the end of October, which I’m sure I’ll blab about in due course – but I’m lining up a mate to stand ready to accept on my behalf, should the occasion arise.
I’ll have to supply him or her with a little speech. One of those strange little paragraphs that you know will look so pathetic in the aftermath of a non-win, but hey-ho.
Maybe all the losers at these events should get together in the bar afterwards and read each other’s speeches for a laugh, while beating their fists on the tables and crying bitter tears into the Bombay Mix and peanuts.
My special thanks to Bill Schafer of Subterranean Press, who both suggested the collection and came up with its title.