Someone I went out of my way to see if they had something of theirs I could publish, by asking editors of a magazine I saw some fiction of hers in, just won the World Fantasy Award for Best Short Story.
To know that you’re kinda responsible for someone starting a career after helping to put them on the map is, um, hm… a LOT to fucking take in.
I get a bit intimidated by the implications and importance of this occurrence, when it hits me in waves.
And I also secretly want to it to happen again, i.e. to do this again with someone else…
Someone I LITERALLY broke into the industry is nominated for a WORLD FANTASY AWARD…!!! CELESTE RITA BAKER!
Someone banned me from their stream earlier because they thought I was advertising my going to stream on their channel, and now this… all in one day. I had a shrink appointment. Oh my gooodddd… I can’t. What a WAY to shock you out of a depressive FUNK…!
Wrote 456 words, a new scene for a short story yesterday.
Don’t ask me where the words came from; but this quote from Octavia Butler is TRUE. I think this is leftover butt-in-chair discipline from the year I spent writing practically every day to complete my novel: