I’m not even going to try for the humblebrag. I straight-up won the Sad Magazine Fantasy Fiction Contest. *cheers*
I’ve known about this for a month, where I received the news first thing in the morning whilst unshowered and annoyed in a terrible London hostel. It made my day then and it still makes my day, which, I guess, means it made my month.
Part of why we flew back into town when we did was so I could do an interview for them, so, in turn, I could look doughy and uncouth.
Anyway, I shall continue to strive for modesty ever after, but tonight I dine on something that takes more than one pan to cook* because tonight we celebrate!
*We just moved a week ago and haven’t bought new pots and pans yet. It sucks.