Explanation of a cryptic message
On February 4, I posted a strange message:
There is an old Klingon saying . . .“Today is a good day to die.”
And I agree with that sentiment exactly, except for the part about dying.
More on this subject another day.
Well, to misquote Scarlet O’Hara, today is another day.
The news is finally public, so I can announce the reason why I thought February 4 was a good day. That’s the day I found out that my short story “The Man Who Moved the Moon” was one of the twelve winners in the 3rd Annual Phobos Fiction Contest. Judges for the contest were Orson Scott Card, Jeanne Cavelos, Doug Chiang, Ken Perlin, Stanley Schmidt, and Eleanor Wood.
The story should be published later this year in the Phobos anthology.
Way to go! You are on roll!
Wahoo! Congratulations, Eric. What does this mean, though? Do you get some kind of award? Cash prize? A visit from Vanna White? I imagine you may get some royalties once the stuff is published, right? Most of all, I guess, you get exposure- which is what every aspiring writer wants, correct?
Thanks for the congrats.
Yesterday I received a $500 prize check, which is the first payment I have ever received for writing fiction. It is probably unlikely that I will receive royalties from the sale of the book, unless it sells really well, because the $500 prize is considered an advance against royalties.
I also received a Phobos T-shirt. There will be an awards ceremony later in the year, at which I will receive a trophy.
Said it elsewhere, will say it again here - fanbleedintastic! Enjoy all of the kudos and the cold hard cash. Those are some impressive judges who just found you worthy!
Congrats, Eric.
Way to go! Congratulations!