- You love music, especially live music
- You enjoyed her 2016 Nebula Award winning novelette, “Our Lady of the Open Road”
- You want to know even a few of the 173 ways to wreck a hotel room
- You like thinking up terrible names for bands
- You feel hopeless
- You feel hopeful
- You crave a feeling of connection
- You want to change the world
What the Nebula Award looked like in 2015It’s that time of year. The Oscars are over, and weren’t they interesting this year!?!
The Science Fiction and Fantasy Writers of America have announced the finalists for the 51st Annual Nebula, the Ray Bradbury Award for an Outstanding Dramatic Presentation, and the Andre Norton Award for Outstanding Young Adult Science Fiction or Fantasy Book.
You can see the whole list here.
Possibly for the first time ever, I’m slightly ahead of the game, having acquired Borderline by Mishell Baker and Everfair by Nisi Shawl the minute(s) they were available. They were both incredible!
I’m now listening to the Audible release of All the Birds in the Sky by Charlie Jane Anders, and enjoying the hell out of it.
That leaves only two novels still to read: The Obelisk Gate by N.K. Jemisin, and Ninefox Gambit by Yoon Ha Lee. I’m looking forward to them!
I’ve also seen all the Bradbury nominees except the Westworld episode. I don’t do HBO. I may have to see if Cookie will let me come over and watch.
I’ve probably read some of the shorter fiction, but I usually have to refresh my memory before voting; l usually can’t match a title to a story until I’ve read a paragraph or so. And this year I haven’t read any of the nominated YA titles, so I’d better get on that.
SFWA members have from March 1 – March 30 to vote, so I’d better read (or listen) fast!
One of my fellow writer-attendees had these thoughts about the workshop we just attended. Thanks for sharing, Mishell!
Originally posted on Not From Benevolence:
Writing is hard. Learning how many ways you’re wrong about stuff is even harder. During the 2014 Writing the Other workshop/retreat in Chattanooga there were a few times I had to sit on my hands to keep from tearing my hair out.
But there were also long rambling walks through sun dappled woods. Fireflies and rocking chairs. Salted caramel cheesecake. A sweet old dog who looked up as I came out onto the porch and gave his tail a couple of thumps, but left me alone. There was a woman from Sweden who’d known me for all of six days who wrapped a Band-Aid around my finger as though I were a treasured child in her care. There was a yellow croquet ball that made a satisfying crack as it sailed across the lawn.
When teaching hard lessons, it’s necessary to be gentle, at least with some of us. Everyone comes from some…
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