So tonight around 10 pm I’m finishing up at a work event (which kept me from being at OryCon this weekend) and I finally have a chance to check my email. I may have said “HOLY SHIT!” loud enough for my co-workers to be all “what? what happened?”
I had been so busy, I’d actually forgotten the Endeavour Award ceremony was tonight. Lemme tell ya, as stress factors go, being too busy to stress is totally the way to go.
I guess I need to change my bio now…
My acceptance speech, for those who are interested, as sent via messenger:
THE COLD EYE is a coming-of-age road trip, a weird western, an American fable with feminist bedrock. But it’s also a story about what it means to be an American, both in the 1800s and today. About making choices of who we want to be, and what we want to do with that.
And I couldn’t have written it on my own – I owe a debt not only those who did the heavy lifting in terms of recording the history I’m playing with, but to the geologists and seismologists who taught me about the land we stand on, and the native peoples whose storytelling – both the topics and their language – inspired me to look at our world a different way. I hope I did my teachers and Road-mentors proud.”
And thank god I did write something ahead of time, because based on my mood right now, I totally would have been babbling in incoherent shock. :-)