On Saturday night, I was blown away when I was awarded the beautiful Bram Stoker Award for my story Little Dead Red. Little Dead Red is probably the darkest thing I’ve written. It’s a tale about little girls, their dead-inside mothers, and the Wolves of the world. It’s a tale of love and justice. It’s a difficult read because it isn’t fantasy. It’s real.
(Thanks to S Scranton Photography for this gorgeous picture! I love it!)
I was so genuinely honored to be nominated. I know how cliché that sounds, but it’s true. I was seated in a room with F. Paul Wilson and other authors who make me starstruck. How surprised was I, you ask? So surprised that I didn’t hear my name called. So surprised that I didn’t have a speech prepared. Stephen King has won this award. George R. R. Martin won this award. I didn’t expect to win this award. What a dream come true. I still can’t believe it. Thank you so much.
To see a list of the complete nominees and winners, please stop by the HWA blog.