Not to bury the lede, my friend Nancy Kress won the Best Novella category where my story "The Stars Do Not Lie" was nominated. So no Locus Award for me. My heartfelt congratulations to Nancy.
Lisa had asked me the night before how the day was going to go. I said, "Well, the Earth rotates at slightly more than 1,000 miles per hour..." This earned me strong disapproval.
How the day actually went was that we started out having breakfast with Janet Freeman-Daily. She is a fellow writer and a fellow Stage IV cancer patient. We had one of those involved medical conversations that is of interest to no one but the principals, until various other people came along and we migrated to a larger table and more benign topics.
We then spent the morning loitering in the book room and the lobby, as I didn't have the energy to attend the paneling. The book signing happened, wherein I shared a table with the effervescent and always fascinating Ted Kosmatka and was able to visit with about half of Seattle writerdom and fandom, or so it seemed. The banquet occurred thereafter. Claire Eddy had organized an impromptu lunch table with us, Kristine Scalzi,
Connie Willis cranked up the ceremony with some wit, some erudition, some recognition of folks in the crowd (including me), and much heckling from Nancy Kress. I wound up in the Hawaiian shirt contest, thanks to Stan Robinson, where I tied for third (I think) in the trivia portion. Various small prizes were handed out. We then proceeded to the awards, where Nancy won our shared category. About then I started musing that I'd wished I had thought to offer be an acceptor for some of the nominees, because then I'd get a chance to go up to the podium for a moment, and fondle an award.
Connie read out the award for Best Fantasy Novel, announced the winner was Charlie Stross for The Apocalypse Codex, then announced that accepting for Charlie would be Jay Lake. She caught the look of shocked surprise on my face, and asked if I'd know I was accepting.
Well, yes. Charlie had asked me a month or two ago. Unfortunately, we both forgot to do anything about an acceptance speech. Then I'd forgotten.
I manned up, stumbled to the podium with my cane in hand. There I confessed to having forgotten all about being Charlie's acceptor. I offered the audience their choice of an extemporaneous acceptance speech or an interpretive dance.
I shall draw the curtain of good taste over any descriptions thereof.
Later there was hanging out in the lobby, then at a bar, then a lovely dinner at the Palace Kitchen with Greg and Astrid Bear, Claire Eddy, John Pitts, Lisa and myself. A tiny bit of partying followed, and more visiting with many friends, then I stumbled back to the hotel to sleep.
That was my big day at the Locus Awards. It was a lot of fun, but like I said, exhausting.