As it turns out, I did manage to refrain from doing a Chernobyl, although I couldn't pull myself out of my mood. I ended up slumped on the couch, wallowing in my emotional disequilibrium, and then retreating to an early bedtime.
At a loss, fosteronfilm sat on the couch, just holding me (after several failed forays into trying to cheer me up) until I fell asleep. It was the perfect (and only) thing he could have done to help. I have a great hubby.
I seem to be over it now, but it makes me wonder if I'm still dealing with SSRI withdrawal. Or, more worrisomely, if I should consider going back on them.
I've been putting off checking on my eligibility for the John W. Campbell Award since the eligibility rules changed last year--mostly in a fit of confusion-induced procrastination. But as I was surfing around the other day, I discovered that the nomination deadline was in a week and a half (March 10th), so I bit the bullet and emailed the moderators.
They're being conservative on determining eligibility during the crossover period between old and new rules, so it appears I am indeed eligible this year. I sent them my bio and bibliography to list on their official "Eligible Authors" page. It's unlikely I'll make it on the ballot, especially at this late date, but it's a pretty thought.
Anyone planning on going to WorldCon (L.A.con IV)?
- 38-day pass from Escape Pod on a reprint with invite to send more. Stephen liked it, but didn't think the story was quite right for them. I had some doubts myself, as the story is quite dark and has some tricky tone switches, so I'm not surprised.
- The crits continue to pile up for "Honor is a Game Mortals Play" (thanks basletum!) and I'm officially behind on my Thank You notes.