it’s a damn good one, and it kind of sums up my attitude these days. Be forewarned, I am in a Mood right now.)
Results won’t be formally announced until next Tuesday, but the finalists in the Amazon Breakthrough Novel Award should have received congratulatory phone calls from Amazon on Monday. I did not receive a call.
There are conclusions to be drawn here.
Eh. The publishing contract with Penguin would have been awfully nice, but odds were long -- they only pick three finalists out of a pool of fifty highly-qualified semi-finalists -- so it’s hard to take the rejection too personally. I mean, I did take it personally, much too personally, being human and all, but the cold-blooded lizardlike part of my brain recognizes that it’s a fool’s game to obsess about this. Bias Cut is a kick-ass book, I say modestly, and I received a totally kick-ass Publishers Weekly review out of the competition for it, chock full of great pull quotes: “Snappy dialogue and accomplished descriptions,” “fresh and dark,” and hey, let’s not forget that final “Well done” (thank you very much, unknown PW reviewer. You did me a solid). Someone’s going to publish it.
Some of you have probably noticed I’ve been a little… off lately. And by “lately,” I mean “the past year and a half.” Some of you have probably put it together that the steep decrease in number and corresponding scattershot nature of my posts are most likely linked to my dad’s illness and recent death, which came far too close on the heels of my mom’s death. Yeah, there’s a connection. Whatever’s going on in my life, I try to maintain a neutral hail-fellow-well-met demeanor in my posts and not let too much self-pity and despair seep in around the edges, but, my friends, it has been hard to do that lately.
So what’s next for Preppies? Miami Vice recaps, once I get my act together enough to, like, write them. Max Headroom recaps, too. More music videos. If any of the fall shows look good, I might try them, but no promises; I chose poorly last season (neither Ringer nor Awake turned out to be my cup of tea, and anyway, both have been canceled), and my few, feeble recaps ended up being a waste of energy.
Also, I’m long past due for a good site overhaul. That obnoxious business with how my expanding posts open in a new browser window? Yeah, I’d really like to fix that. Maybe I'll get a whole new template. We’ll see.
In the meantime, the one-man party that is Andy Taylor has republished more of my Duran Duran reviews at his site. Here’s “New Moon on Monday” and “Union of the Snake.”
Andy, you're a good egg. Let's get drunk and talk some gleeful trash about my beloved Nick Rhodes together sometime.