Posted on | 3 years, 3 months ago, mid-morning | 18 Comments
Now that all’s official, and officially announced … I can finally share it here: Boneshaker has been nominated for a Nebula Award. I am flabbergasted that this has actually happened. I have no idea what to say in response except thank you to the members of the SFWA, who have given this weird, interstitial, difficult-to-talk-about book a chance.
I am absolutely honored and amazed. It is a privilege to appear on this list, and I feel both nervously humbled and giddily thrilled to be there. Beyond that, I’m speechless.
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I realize that this website is devolving back into the Boneshaker Channel again, and for that I do apologize. Recently (and by recently I mean the last 4-5 months) this novel has taken over my life, which is good for me as a writer, and probably bad for me as a blogger.
But Boneshaker has been a book of milestones, this is where I chronicle milestones. This is my first book to reach any national bestseller list. It’s the first to sell any foreign rights. It’s the first to win a well-known, established award*, and the first to be nominated for one of the big genre awards. In short, Boneshaker, my seventh published novel, is my first quantifiable hit.
From a professional standpoint, this book — and now this Nebula award nomination — is absolutely the most major and exciting thing that has ever happened to me. I’ve been telling stories all my life; and from my first inkling that it was hypothetically possible to build a career out of stories, all I ever wanted to do was be an author. Literally. You can ask my parents and everything. I have been utterly insufferable about it for decades. I am unlikely to stop anytime soon.
I keep wandering around muttering that Hemingway line about “Gradually, then suddenly.”
* Though my first novel, Four and Twenty Blackbirds, won the first annual “Blooker award” for fiction. Details on that prize are here.