Quack, quack...

Thanks to everyone who voted for me in the Tin Ducks this year. I won the Best Professional Short Story for "Mary Bennet Gets a Life" in these awards, which are given for sf/fantasy works produced in Western Australia in the previous year.

I didn't even get a chance to vote as I only got to Swancon on Sunday and by then the ballots were closed :-)

Thanks also to leecetheartist for the tea and chocolate and gaming. Wish I had been more alert! [apologies to LJ user Leece whose name I incorrectly used in original post]

Sorry to all whom I didn't get to talk to or saw only in the briefest of passing moments. I was all out of energy this weekend; spent Friday semi-conscious at home, did household stuff on Saturday and went to a small barbecue that evening, where I drank ONE small bottle of Cascade beer and got thoroughly fuzzed. So when I did arrive at the con I was tired, having not slept well and still a tiny bit hung over. This meant I fitted in perfectly as though I had been at the con all along. I can't even recall Monday too well but I know Tuesday I went back to work. I don't usually get online on days I've been doing court transcripting which is why I've taken this long to post and thank those who read the story and voted for me.

At least, I hope you read the story :-) I knew I wasn't going to stay awake till the awards so I asked chaosmanor to collect my Tin Duck if I won and inform the populace that it was actually going to my pet rats, who in fact do all my writing for me. I am but the conduit for a pack of rodents suffering prejudice against their species.

That's one version. The other version is that I've long been a Jane Austen fan and have even read the works not pressed upon me in high school and university, such as Northanger Abbey and Mansfield Park which I really could not enjoy too much because we were clearly expected to be on Fanny Price's side and Fanny was so anti amateur theatricals and ended up marrying her cousin. Eeuww. But anyway, although Pride and Prejudice would have been my favourite even had it not been an assigned text, even here I detected prejudice (no pun intended) against one of my favourite subspecies, the geek. Mary Bennet, middle sister, wearer of spectacles and fond of pontificating, clearly never to have a beau of her own, is merely a figure of fun for her family. It's time she had a life of her own! Enter Professor Moriarty, (timetravelling) Napoleon of evil from a future world...
[EDIT - that should be evil Napoleon of crime. Sorry, Prof..]
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