or maybe .net
Okay, off to register cemurphy dot *net*, not dot com. Somebody already had cemurphy.com. Sulk.
Man, I’m tired. My whole body feels kind of numb. I suppose going to sleep at 5:30 would be an error in judgement, but it sounds awfully nice. *yawn*
Sunday at lunch, Winifred said that while she was calling people up to the podium so they could give out the Colorado Gold award for sf/f on Saturday night, she was struck by a terrible urge to say, “Manifest Destiny, by Catie from Anchorage,” instead of “by Catherine Murphy, Anchorage Alaska,” but she thought she better not because everybody was being so solemn and formal about everything. I thought she should’ve, ’cause it would’ve been very funny, ’cause every single time anybody introduced me to *anybody* all weekend, they said, “And this is Catie from Anchorage!”
I said after the awards ceremony, after I’d been introduced as Catie from Anchorage for the umpteenth time, that it seemed like my last name was actually “from Anchorage,” and the woman I’d just been introduced to said, “I had a roommate who was Carol from Alaska!” I said, “She must be a relative!”
Another woman leaned over and said, “I know a woman we call Lisa from hell. Do you think that’s the same kind of thing?”
We all shouted with laughter and admitted maybe that wasn’t *quite* the same thing!
Yesterday after one of the seminars, a woman about my age whose name is Tresa and who goes by Tre (like tree) came up to me and asked what Manifest Destiny was about, because it was a finalist in the SF category and she was really desperately curious to know how manifest destiny fit into a SF category story. She wanted to know what the tie-in was. I just thought that was so totally cool, that she was curious enough to come ask me about it!
I had a really great chat with Bob Buettner, who won the sf/f award, about his book, which I can’t *wait* to read the entirety of, and my book, which he hadn’t read any of but which he asked some good and relevant questions about anyway, and so that was very neat.
Jessie Wulf — who was the delightful woman who stopped me on the very first day and said, “Oh! You’re one of my finalists!” and talked with me for a bit — told me Sunday afternoon that she hoped I’d be back next year and that she hoped I’d be ineligible for the contest, which made me laugh and agree heartily — it’s for unpublished authors only. *grin*