Welp, it’s finally happened. One of my books is almost maybe being considered for an incredibly prestigious award. Possibly.
Seriously, I cannot begin to tell you how swimmy my head gets when I see my book listed alongside powerhouses in the horror genre (especially my agency sister Courtney Alameda!).
This is enough. Truly. But if I could go to the awards in a blood-red tux and sit among the masters who make the world’s skin crawl, well . . . that’d be something else.
Sigh. Now, we wait.
For those of you voting on which books will officially be nominated, I am more than happy to send you a PDF (that will implode after February 23rd). Or, if you’re stuck in the past like our hero Phoebe Lane, my publisher will send you a physical copy. (I would take them up on that. They’re bee-yootiful.)
Just please, Daniel Framsky, don’t turn the television off before the nominees are announced.