a tale of Murphy’s Law & Hunter’s Ode
April 26, 2011
I went out to a really nice celebratory dinner last night with friends. Now that I can actually tell people about the nomination… I found out about it two weeks ago. Then I had to keep quiet. Do you know how hard it was being at a science fiction convention, like I was last week, and not telling people that I’d just been nominated for a Hugo?
Actually, it wasn’t too hard, because the universe helpfully stepped in and said, “Here are some things to distract you so you don’t tell anyone.” I came down with a pretty spectacular ear infection. The only thing harder than being at a science fiction convention and not telling people I’d been nominated was being at a science fiction convention and not being able to hear at all out of one ear.
I stayed pretty sick for the couple of days after the convention, and wasn’t thinking about much of anything. Just when I started to feel better — my furnace went out. Completely done. This didn’t come as a surprise — the thing was 35 years old. I’d been hoping it would squeak through one more winter. But alas, twas not to be. I can hear you thinking, now: But Carrie, at least it’s spring and you don’t need heating. Ah, well, you’d think. But this is Colorado. And we had a cold snap last week, oh yes we did. I had the guy out to look at it Thursday, made the decision to replace it, which wouldn’t happen until Monday (yesterday), so of course it snowed on Saturday. And I was heating with space heaters.
But it’s all better now. And I spent the last two weeks sufficiently distracted from just about everything. Thank you, universe!
In other news, Fantasy Magazine has reprinted “A Hunter’s Ode to His Bait,” which is about sex, death, and unicorns. It’s awesome.
I was sure there was something else I wanted to mention, but I’ve forgotten it. I’ll remember as soon as I hit “post.”