I'm thrilled. I'm ecstatic. I'm nigh-uncontainable. It's a good thing I spent all day working. Right now I'm too tired to bounce off the walls. Schlock Mercenary: The Body Politic has been nominated for a Hugo Award for Best Graphic Story. The competition is incredibly stiff, and I'm honored to be in the company of some fantastic teams of writers and illustrators. Let's name-drop: Jim Butcher, Joss Whedon, and Phil and Kaja Foglio... you might have heard of some of these people. I take dire, nigh-sinful pleasure in the fact that of the six nominees, I'm the only solo-act (writing and illustration all coming out of the same person.) This probably explains why everything else on the list is better illustrated and/or written than my own work. It also makes me extra super-happy to have made the ballot at all. I suppose this is what it would be like if I were going to swim in a race against Michael Phelps. No way can I beat him, but at least I made it to the pool, right? I'm so excited to even be in the race I just peed in the pool. And yes, that's probably where the metaphor falls the rest of the way apart. Goodnight, everybody.
