It’s nice when a friend emails you to tell you they noticed you were a finalist for something, and you had no idea, and it happened awhile ago while you were completely out to lunch and the editors never mentioned anything. It seems to happen pretty frequently to writers – folks find out they got honorable mentions for Best Americans or were nominated for Pushcarts long after the fact all the time. I actually prefer *not* knowing I’m a finalist for something – something that’s being tested for me right now (actually, generally perpetually for the last two years) as my manuscript is a finalist (again) for a first book prize that won’t be decided until the end of the summer. What shall I do in the interim? Eat papaya. Go surfing. Write stuff. Learn which dipper is which. I’ve got a list.
Thanks to Michelle Tea and the editors at Enizagam for the shoutout. I’m looking forward to seeing the issue.