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The final Nebula ballot just came out and I'm so thrilled to see a lot of names on there of my writing comrades -- congrats to all! I haven't had time to read a lot of the work so far, but I'm sure my schedule is just about to start getting super easy, right? Right?

And, there's a special hot spot in my heart to see three, yes three, of my 2005 Clarion West classmates on the ballot. Clarion West is a lot of different things, but one of those things is a cohort you live and write with for six weeks, and then keep in touch with, swap writing with, and root for. There's something really sweet about seeing peeps in my group do well. (Except for that one guy. Isn't there always that one guy/girl/person in a group that sucks?)

So, all kinds of love and kudos to my people:

Cat Rambo!
“Five Ways to Fall in Love on Planet Porcelain,” (Near + Far)

E.C. Myers!
Fair Coin, (Pyr)

Rachel Swirsky!
“Portrait of Lisane da Patagnia,” (Tor.com 8/22/12)

Full ballot at: http://www.tor.com/blogs/2013/02/2012-nebula-award-finalists-announced


Nebula Nebula

Got into DC last night and drove through the winding forested freeways that seemed to have tolls every couple of miles. I never remember the air here until I breathe it, how thick and stinky it is. We arrived at my Grandma's house late and melted into the softness of tea and mattresses. It's the first time I've been back here since my Grandpa died, and some things are the same (oatmeal packets on the right of the sink.) And some things feel different. There are piles of mail all over the place and I worry about my stubborn and lovely Grandma being on this side of the coast all by herself. She is fierce and strong, but she's in her late eighties too. Some things fall apart no matter what.

Tomorrow I'll hop over to Crystal City (not a code name for where you buy the meth) to the hotel where the Nebulas will be. I'm always kind of stunned by the blandness of the hotels where SF conventions take place. The lighting and the decor and the walls all seem so anti-future, anti-fantastic to me. I'll be doing a juggling act with Lyra and E., wherein Lyra will be the juggling pin. He has work to do here too, you see. I'll try to make it to things and be friendly and all that.

Oh, and traveling with a toddler? ugh. Though she was such a little trooper. That kid brings her fun with her. The kid teaches me about being in the now every single day. We were in the back of the plane near the stinkazoid bathroom and there was a always a line of people waiting for the toilet but Lyra interpreted that as a new group of people to play with all day long. Wish I could be more like that.



Katherine Sparrow

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