Well, here's a thing. Two things.

This year's Tiptree winner has been announced - along with the honor list that always supports the actual laureate.

On that honor list? Are m'friends stillsostrange and la_marquise_de_, for The Bone Palace and Living with Ghosts respectively. I couldn't be more chuffed.

Whoops

Maybe it's just the unacceptable face of jetlag, but I looked this morning at the last page of Nearly-Finished Novel, and had absolutely no idea where that broken paragraph was headed. She's going somewhere, to do something, and I know not what. Hey-ho.

So I printed out all 250 pages and lugged them to the library, and began a swift reread to remind myself where we were and hopefully what lies ahead. The book's due at the end of this month, so if I can give it a rough edit as I go, that's all to the good. But yeah, jetlag: I read sixty pages and had to come home. So tired, so very very tired... (My body thinks it's six in the morning, right now. It's ... unfortunate, that I've been up eight hours already.)

In other news, Mac is running around with The Mushroom As Big As His Head(tm). He looks like he's purloined the crown jewels: knowing that he really ought to be furtive but somehow he just can't, it's too grand a theft and he needs to brag it up to someone.

Darling du jour

Actually this isn't really a darling, so much as the pivot of the novel, What It's All About; and that might make it a spoiler except that it's barely a quarter of the way through and more likely than not will end up on the back of the book, so no. Not going to worry about that. And I do love it, rather. So here, have a piece of prose:

Airmen who couldn’t fly: they’d need a new objective. But if they couldn’t fly, neither could they fight. Surely? One-handed or claw-handed, twisted all out of shape, they didn’t fit the military machine any more, they weren’t apt parts...
There was something they could do, and he didn’t want to say it. She didn’t want to hear it. She was trembling already on the brink of understanding, one step short.
There were German uniforms upstairs. Luftwaffe uniforms, she realised suddenly, a dawning light that only added to the fog of mystery. They were training like soldiers and dressing up like the airmen they could no longer be, the enemy airmen they never were, and...