A lot of you are writers. So you understand.
You know how many things you work hard on, only to have them rejected.
And you know that you sort of get used to it, and you can’t let it get you down.
So you also know how precious, how shining, and how glorious the successes are.
Last winter, the lovely ladies at Goblin Fruit published a poem of mine called “To the Royal Society of Crypotzoologists From the Concerned Daughter of a Member.” It was the first poem I ever had published. It was the first piece of writing I had had published, period. It was the beginning of my writing career, as well as the beginning of my friendship with tithenai.
And I just got an email notifying me that someone out there nominated my little poem for a Rhysling Award.
An award that has been won by Ursula Le Guin and Jane Yolen, among others.
Please excuse me while I jump up and down and scream with delight.
I am so honored to have been nominated, and I’m so grateful to the Goblin Queens for publishing my poem and to the kindly (and mysterious) person who nominated me.