This year was different. I really made an effort to at least get us a chance to win one of the podcasting awards given out at DragonCon each year. Big Anklevich too jumped through the requisite hoops.
And when the (finalist) nominations were announced, our show got two, both for stories written by me. "Last Contact," and "Say Uncle."*
That felt good. So I typed up this little blog post, to drop when the winners were announced. "Do I care if I lose?" I wrote. "Nope."
So, DragonCon happened, and immediately, people were sending messages to let me know we'd won. Category was Speculative Fiction Story (Large Cast), and the story that won was "Last Contact," which Big was especially proud of (since it wasn't just for a piece we'd performed or produced, but also written).
I'm not really a competitive person, at least not in a deriving-pleasure-from-defeating-others sort of way (or even a "I don't want the world, I just want your half" kind of attitude). Winning means . . . well, not a lot. But having my name on the ballot, well, that's pretty great.
Oh, and the irony is, I wrote "John Hughes's Last Contact" with entering it in a contest in mind, coming up with a story I probably never would have written without that particular competition.
I should give credit where credit is due: Big made sure not only to send our samples in by the deadline, but even insisted we film an acceptance video, on the off-chance we won an award. He took a Parsec trophy up to the mountains with us last week and shot it, then got them the video within twenty-four hours.
Rish
*The former co-written with Big, and produced by Clay Dugger, the latter written and produced by me.
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