It’s time for the annual Bram Stoker Award recommendations which, for a voracious read like me, is like Christmas in November. Imagine having your inbox filled with the year’s best short stories, anthologies, novels and poetry collections – for free! This year is especially exciting because I have a story that’s been recommended for the ballot – That’s my name right there with Steven King and a posthumous story by Shirley Jackson (author of The Lottery, The House on Haunting Hill – trust me, you’ve probably read something by her!).
It’s an honor just to be nominated and have my name up there with the greats. That said, after seeing my name with them, I was overcome by the strangest feeling. Like Smeegle in the Lord of the Rings, I want it! I need it! I wondered if I was at a disadvantage because my story is a detective mystery instead of a more classic things-that-go-bump-in-the-night, creature or ghost horror story. I was anxious because I’ve spent the last year using my spare time to write instead of (gasp) networking with other writers. Sadly I’ve made few friends with my fellow HWA members.
In all honesty, it’s not what winning the award would do for my career as a writer, but what it would do for my confidence as a writer. A little validation can do wonders for the soul. But, alas, reality is a game of numbers, and I am but an army of one. If any member of the HWA reads this and is interested in reading the story, please let me know and I’ll send you a copy (necessary shameless plug). I would be ECSTATIC to get on the formal ballot. Seriously, I would strut around like a rooster for a week. I’d even wear a humiliating costume and send you a copy of the video if you helped (desperate shameless plug). But if I have to live with just receiving the recommendation , that’ll be ok too.