I flew in from Texas late last night. I had a good time at Space City Con. I got to hang out with some old friends, meet new ones, and the NASA tour was pretty sweet. We got the VIP treatment at NASA, played with Robonaut and hung out in Apollo Mission Control. If I had more time right now I’d put up some pictures, but I’ve got to go wrap up Monster Hunter Nemesis and like a billion other things. Writing at a con is impossible for me.
And a heads up, it is time for Sad Puppies 2: Rainbow Puppy Lighthouse, The Huggening to begin. For those of you who weren’t readers last year, Sad Puppies 1 was my attempt to poke the humorless literati in the eye by getting MHN a Hugo nomination. When all was said and done, my entire slate for every other category got nominated except for me, and I missed the final 5 best novel noms by a handful of votes, with a final tally that would have put me in the top 3 any previous year. Which is quite the achievement, considering my regular reading audience isn’t exactly the WorldCon type.
HOWEVER, all of you who signed up last year are eligable to nominate again for this year with no additional cost. And for anyone else who wants to jump in, you just need to buy a voting membership before the end of the month.
There will be SO MUCH more about this as the month goes on, because I will tug at your heartstrings with the piteous mewling of sad eyed pulp novelists who have been abused by the literati elite.
EDIT: ( To clarify this will be for Warbound, the end of the Grimnoir trilogy, which is actually pretty damned awesome, and has already won or been nominated for other fancy awards in multiple countries, so it isn’t like I’m just pulling this whole thing out of my butt. )
This is the saddest puppy of them all, because it belongs to my publisher.
Won’t someone please think of the puppies?
EDIT: Here is last year’s saga of heart rending agony and sadness.