The "Ragnar Holm Scientific Achievement Award" is awarded to the "living scientist or engineer who has made significant contributions to the theory or practice of electrical contacts." In addition to receiving the award, my stepdad's presenting a paper on the effect of particle contamination on electrical contact failure. It's a great honor and an impressive accomplishment, and I'm extremely proud of him.
I also find myself wondering, though, why is it I always get along better with or find it easier to establish a rapport with my male relatives? I can count on one hand the number of times I've seen my stepdad, and I feel like I've got more in common with him than I ever had with my mom, the woman I grew up with.
Meh. My familial relationships and my associated emotions thereof have always been, are, and will always be a messy, confounding mystery. I accept that.
- 124-day SALE to Interzone of my story "Sinner, Baker, Fabulist, Priest; Red Mask, Black Mask, Gentleman, Beast." Woohoo!! Much happy dancing, ye verily. Not only have I been jonsing for a juicy sale, but I've also been longing to break into IZ for, like, ever.
This is a science-fantasy tale, my first foray into writing a dystopia piece, which I'd been wanting to do for a while.
- Contract from Shiny for "Close to Death."
- Contract from Hub for "The Music Company."
And catching up on R's received during the chaotic period of Dragon*Con prep and recovery:
- 57-day form nope from Alfred Hitchcock's Mystery Magazine (a long shot, but it was for a cross-genre piece that I'm having a hard time figuring out where it fits: horror, dark fantasy, or crime).
- 39-day cordial pass from Ann VanderMeer of Weird Tales with invite to submit again.
- 133-day YFoP from Realms of Fantasy.
- A slew of editing passes--lost count of how many--and a smattering of wordage on "Requiem Duet" over the weekend. Jabbed it tentatively with my fork and fired it off to mroctober.
I'm honestly not sure how I feel about it. I hit the point of going over that story so much that I couldn't evaluate it anymore--y'know how if you stare at a word for too long, it just doesn't look right, even if it is. Like that, but with the whole manuscript. Normally, if I hit that point in a story's development, I step away from it for a week or so to get some perspective back, but I've been rather pokey on this one, and I didn't want to hold things up any longer.