I’m just back from World Fantasy Convention in Brighton, and opening this reminds me that I miss actual blogging — using my real voice, writing about whatever catches my fancy, rather than posting quick updates whenever something happens. Life gets in the way and I need to make a more strategic use of my writing time now that I need to balance teaching, parenting and whatever activism I can squeeze in the cracks, but still, I miss it!
And so it was that I spent four lovely days in Brighton, in the peculiar time-space pocket that are conventions, getting far more beer than sunlight, catching up with friends and making new ones. I was excited to attend my very first award ceremony as a nominee, though I did not think I had any kind of chance of winning, and so decided not to write a speech because let’s be honest, it would only get my hopes up and I’d be disappointed in the end if it did. Pragmatic friends said this was probably unwise, but I didn’t think it would matter.
You know where this is going…
So, I am now the very proud (if still disbelieving) owner of a British Fantasy Award for my short story collection, I am more grateful than ever to have such an amazing editor and supportive friends, and yes, those years of improvising much of my classes on the spot have paid off and I was able to largely wing my acceptance speech without stumbling too much (a glass of wine and some last-minute ‘Wait, what if I actually end up winning?’ thoughts did help!). There were lots of hugs, lots of drinks, messages from friends and family, and lots of opportunities to realise that without so many fine people around me, writing and winning things would be incomparably less fun.
So, thank you, everyone. You’re making life so much brighter.
