Hugo and Nebula nominations are now open. In both cases, works are eligible if they were published in the calendar year preceding this one (2010), and carry requirements for voter eligibility. Statistically speaking, you'll probably know if you're eligible to vote. For the Hugos, you need to have been a member of Aussiecon IV (WorldCon 2010) or a member of Renovation (Worldcon 2011) to nominate. For the Nebulas, you must be an active or associate member of SFWA.

Short stories.

* "Dying With Her Cheer Pants On."
* "Everglades."

Technically, all of "Sparrow Hill Road" is eligible, but I recommend looking at "Good Girls Go To Heaven," "Last Dance With Mary Jane," "Faithfully," or "Thunder Road" if you were considering nominating one of these.

Novels.

* A Local Habitation.
* An Artificial Night.
* Feed (as Mira Grant).

...it's a little scary, seeing my 2010 book publications boiled down to something that streamlined. It's also a little scary realizing that I published three books in 2010. I need a nap.

Best Related Work.

* Chicks Dig Timelords (I was a contributor, along with many others).

I am no longer eligible for the Campbell Award, although I will be in Reno to pass the tiara to the next honored recipient.

To be quite honest, it would be an honor beyond reckoning, and also the scariest thing in the history of ever, if I were nominated for a Hugo award. For anything, really. I'm proud of pretty much everything I did in 2010, including my failure to faint during the Hugo Award Ceremony in Australia. I think Feed may be the most solid stand-alone book I have ever written, so there's that.

Anyway, that's my eligibility. I'll try to have more in this listing next year.

Words: 3,478.
Total words: 7,117.
Reason for stopping: chapter two is done, and it's time for bed.
Music: totally random shuffle.
The cats: Lilly, cat bed; Thomas, sleeping in my laundry; Alice, unknown.

And now, with the completion of chapter two, the good ship Ashes of Honor is ready to set sail for the proofing mines. Oh, the dangers it will face, the flashing machetes, the chomping alligators...but it will sail out the other side divine, filled with properly-placed commas and cars that don't inexplicably disappear in the middle of a chapter. I love the proofing mines so. And I fear them even more.

This has been a crazy-productive week, which is good, since my initial figures for 2011 basically say "write 2,000 words every day OR DIE IN THE PIT OF SNAKES." So every day where I can write more than 2,000 words buys me a little time to myself. Or, you know, time to write something that wasn't on the original list. You know, the usual craziness that goes on around here.

Alice has just wandered into the room and informed me, loudly, that it is time for bed. I'm going to take the cat's word on things.

Goodnight, world.