Pretty Sweet News, Part III: YALSA Selects Sex & Violence As A 2014 Morris Award Finalist
Yesterday I was feeling barfy. Except, I was out in public. In the offices of Lerner Publishing, actually. But, as icky as I felt, I just wanted to go home, because it sort of freaks me out, the idea of barfing in front of others. However, one should just sit down when they feel barfy. You know, just BREATHE. Not rush around assembling their backpack items and sweating heavily into their cashmere.
I did the latter, of course, and fainted and tipped over on my face. Also on my pinky finger. Which is now sprained. Ouch.
Anyway, then I looked up and all these people were looking down at me, just like in a movie. And I wanted to DIE. Of embarrassment. Not from my ailment. Just mortification. Also, I was sweating like a whore in church.
So then The Karre sat with me until my sister came to get me and I think I babbled a lot, which is kind of normal, anyway, for me to do around The Karre, and then I went home and watched all my sister’s fancy cable and she gave me Cherry 7-Up, which is nice.
I never barfed, in case you were wondering. I just have this fever. And a hurty finger. Oh, and a bruise on my arm. And a scrape on my face which looks like acne. Greeeeaaaaat.
This is all a longer way of explaining the reason why I’m in bed the morning of the 2014 Morris Award Finalist announcements and not, you know, out being a productive member of the human race.
Though I feel feverish and lethargic, at least I can still edit – hurty pinky notwithstanding. Though mostly I want to just lie here and read the other finalists. I’ve only read Stephanie Kuehn’s Charm & Strange, which is so delicious and beautiful it kind of kills me.
Here are the other finalists. It’s a pretty juicy list, if you don’t mind me saying so: