Well. That was a bit unexpected, wasn’t it?
As I start to write this, it’s nearly midnight on Tuesday evening. I finally got home from Eastercon late last night. I’ve spent the last god knows how many hours responding to all the wonderful tweets, facebook messages and emails from you lovely lot. I am, truly, overwhelmed by all this. I barely know where to start.
I’ve spent that time, and much since, hoping that a coherent blog might coalesce from the mass of thoughts in my head, all knotted up after this mad weekend. But when I began pull apart the tangles, to unravel it, the whole thing fell apart in a heap, and only this was left behind:
Thank you all. So, so much.
I would only be echoing my acceptance,
kindly recorded here by my good friend Annie Catling, to say more about how lucky I feel. Yet, a few of these things bear repeating — without the erms of punctuation that come with writing a speech in your head half an hour before the ceremony.
Once again, I’d like to thank my amazing publisher,
Ian Whates at
NewCon Press, for giving this misfit story a home. The same is due to
David Gullen and the
Pirate Program for giving ‘The Honey Trap’ its first airing at their World Fantasycon readings in 2013. It’s independent presses and events like these where many up-and-comers like me got their start, and where many more of us will come from.
Additionally, I’d like to thank
Gareth L. Powell for his splendid turn as MC at the awards this year, and to the wonderful
Kari Sperring for presenting me with mine. To the BSFA, and the volunteers of Dysprosium, for an ace convention weekend. My long-suffering family, my wonderful friends — to the inimitable
Neil Williamson for his critical eye — and to my amazing con family, for their support, their much needed chat, and their safe space this weekend (You know who you are. Indeed, these may not be the things that win awards — but without them, noone ever could.). And thank you to my fellow nominees,
Octavia Cade and
Bee Sriduangkeaw, for sharing their brilliant stories with us. The world always,
always, needs more stories.
And I’d like to thank
you. Thank you for reading ‘The Honey Trap’. Thank you, members of Dysprosium and the BSFA, for voting in these awards. You guys are brilliant. You keep us doing what we’re doing. And for this amazing journey so far, I can’t thank you enough.
I mean, a PROPER ray gun as an award statue? That’s
WELL cool.
I’ll leave you with a few shots from the weekend, courtesy of
Robin Ballentyne,
Adrian Faulkner and
Del Lakin-Smith. In the meantime, if you’ll excuse me, I’m off to run round the house and yell “PEW-PEW” at the cats…
***UPDATED (09/04): See after the gallery…***
UPDATE (09/04): Just a quick update to address a couple of things that have happened since. Firstly,
The Guardian have reported on this year’s awards here, with a lovely bit about
Tessa Farmer‘s amazing winning artwork, interpreting the titular machine in Iain Banks’
The Wasp Factory. Once again, huge congratulations
Tessa,
Ann Leckie (and emissary
D. Libris) and
Edward James on their respective wins.
Secondly, some of you may remember that, in his opening speech, Gareth Powell described troubles trying to get a plastic gun nailed to a 3″ by 6″ through Glasgow airport. As a result, some people have been asking me what my experience was like at Heathrow.
Actually, getting the award through was a remarkably smooth experience. Due to a tendency to over-pack — and then, in the dealer’s room, overbuy — at cons, I’d booked a ticket with allowance for one checked-in bag. So my lovely death ray was safely tucked into the hold by the time we reached the x-ray machines.
However — getting
my fringe through security? Now that was a different story…
