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The News

Some of you may have heard by now that Mosquito Story got an Honourable Mention for the Horror division of the Aurealis Awards. It's the first time I ever attempted any sort of literary prize. I really had no idea what to expect. It's quite nice, really. I'm a bit surprised that Mosquito Story fared better than Rahim, but I have observed that the stories people remember can be quite surprising in general.

I should take this opportunity to thank all the people who have supported me this past year, in terms of my writing. It has been a good year for it, and I sincerely appreciate the efforts people have made on my behalf -- to publish me, to promote me, to ask the right questions, to set me straight whenever I went flailing, to read my stories and to just listen. Three events strongly linger in my mind from this year. The first was caused by scanner_darkly, who, by virtue of being so busy lately, I haven't been really able to see much, but being the person that he is, usually says only things that matter. It was him who told me to suck it up and not freak out people were colouring me Australian back when reviews for The Outcast appeared. Furthermore, I should apply for the Katharine Susannah Prichard Young Writer Residency because not grasping at straws out of pride or stupidity would kill me.

The second event was the result of another dear friend, the mokie, whose kind words about my writing are sometimes the only things that hold me up. She deals with a lot of flack from me, that girl.

The third event happened only recently -- a talk with Santa about genres. Santa has heard me before about how I could never really write stories that fit in the genres as I'd define them. Over the last year, people have questioned the relevancy of my stories as part of horror or fantasy fiction. At most, they have pointed out I have literary leanings, and at worst, they would these leanings pretensions of something I never thought of. Santa would be the person who points out that all these things are irrelevant. Writing for as wide an audience as possible -- not just a handful of peoples and maybe Eskimos, was not any sort of worthy goal. It has made me rethink my entire strategy about how I market my work. Santa wanted me to try literary publishers, and bypass American or Australian ones for reasons of myopia. He told me to try literary journals in Asia, as far a range as I could possibly work out. Genre writing is essentially myopic. I decided I would write first and keep what I think about my writing to myself. After all, critics arguing about my work, not being able to stuff it in any one genre, just means I'm doing my job right. I'll take it as a compliment, next time around.

Even if I thanked them till I was hoarse, I wouldn't be able to thank people enough.

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pgtremblay
Dec. 22nd, 2006 01:06 pm (UTC)
Congrats!
vampyrichamster
Dec. 22nd, 2006 03:23 pm (UTC)
Hey, thanks! :)
I owe you the publication of Mosquito Story, I do. I do!
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