So I belong to SFWA (The Science Fiction Writers of America), a truly massive organization filled with writers of Science Fiction, Fantasy, and Horror. Having grown up in fandom, the fact that I now qualify to be a part of SFWA -- to belong to an organization with all these people -- still sometimes seems like proof that I'm going to wake up any second now. Seriously. There has to be a catch.

SFWA publishes a bi-monthly magazine, The SFWA Bulletin, to make sure that all its members have at least a vague notion of what's going on. Each issue includes a spotlight on a brand-new member, someone who's just recently joined and needs a cheery introduction to the rest of the clubhouse. Guess who the spotlight's on in the October/November issue?

You're a good guesser.

So there's a little interview with me, and a picture from my website, and it's all very posh. It's also all very real. I mean, the potential that somebody's going to yank this football away from me goes down daily, because there's just too much concrete evidence piling up out there. I'm in the magazine that SFWA sends to all its members.

How awesome is that?