Y’all. I made it.

“Glove Box” made the final ballot for the 2018 Bram Stoker Awards®! I am absolutely shocked and thrilled. I’ve gasped and grinned and danced and cried. I’m officially a two-time nominee, and it feels like a dream come true. (Winning would be the ultimate dream, of course, but I am not above a mini-dream or two.) What an incredible honor!

I’ve already talked about how surprised I was to make even the preliminary ballot. But I’m still surprised to make it to the next level. I’m surprised that my strange little story is reaching readers, and that they’re appreciating it. I’m surprised by how good it feels, even this second year. (No less wonderful than last year, in fact.) And frankly, I’m surprised by where I’ve found myself in my writing career.

Part of it, as I was explaining to my husband this weekend when the news came out, is that I don’t write for recognition. Don’t get me wrong; I crave and love praise and awards just as much as anyone. I’m not claiming superiority here. I just genuinely don’t expect it. It’s not why I sit down, day after day, and work silently by myself. I work so hard, and I dream of that work finding readers who love it. I write for myself, and I write for readers. I don’t write for awards.

But receiving recognition like this—it’s an indicator that I’m on the right path. I’ve been finding readers. Somehow, I’ve been finding readers and even keeping them. 😀 And, frankly, being recognized by an award as prominent as the Stokers isn’t just flattering; it’s useful in finding even more readers. I don’t have any numbers to back it up, but I bet “Glove Box” has been read by many times more people now that it’s on the ballot than it had been before. And that’s just really freaking cool, y’all. That’s the whole point—to be read.

But my surprise runs even deeper than that. I’ve dreamed of winning a Bram Stoker Award since I first learned of them. My dad, who I got much of my love of horror from, used to buy his next books based on that list. (Consequently, many of my stolen reads were from his shelf/that list.) It was one of my big dreams, to someday be among those authors I loved. As I got older and began pursuing this career in earnest, my expectations calibrated. I never imagined being nominated in my early thirties. I was prepared to wait decades to see that dream fulfilled. So I’m surprised to have brushed against it twice now. And to be candid: I always assumed it’d be for a novel if I did get there, so I am equally surprised by the path I’ve ended up taking.

I’ve always been a big dreamer. I’ve wanted to be a published author since I was in grade school. I wanted to become one of the famous literary giants that I so cherished reading, analyzing, and studying. It wasn’t just fame or glory. They touched me, heart and brain, and I wanted to do that. When I got into horror, I wanted to be among those giants who grace the Stoker lists. They touched me too, heart and brain, and I wanted to do that too. For whatever reason, I assumed those things were accomplished through writing novels and poetry. I have no idea why; I read and loved short stories too. Poe, O. Henry, etc.: they were just as cherished by me. But somewhere along the way I convinced myself that my true calling was poetry and that my claim to success would be novels.

Imagine my surprise at having built my career thus far largely from short stories and blogging.

Seriously, 7^th grade me would be so disappointed. (Don’t worry Little Me; I haven’t even remotely given up on getting novels out there or landing a whole book of poems. Turns out it takes a bit longer than a year or two sometimes. 😉 )

I began blogging to “build a platform,” and I got in just after the boom and right before the bust. I like to say I’m grandfathered in; it’s very difficult to build momentum as a blogger now. But I made a decent start before blogs become a dime a dozen, and it led to amazing opportunities with even bigger group blogs like Writer Unboxed and LitReactor. Articles and blogs are now a vital part of my cobbled-together freelance income, which is part of what allows me to pursue writing novels and poetry. What’s more, it turns out that I absolutely love it. Some writers hate it, but blogging feels great to me. It allows me to connect more personally with readers, to teach, and to share my journey with fellow writers. It’s also a space to explore some of the topics that don’t fare as well in fiction, or are better suited to a more straightforward or open discussion.

I began experimenting with short stories to learn how to write, and to begin “building a name for myself.” I’d read somewhere that it’s difficult to get a novel published if you’re unheard of. With shorter works like poems and stories, it’s less risky for editors to publish new writers. So I set out to get stories published in magazines, journals, and anthologies and build myself a little resume that might help entice big publishers for my books. But just as with blogging, short stories have turned out to be an indispensable part of my income. Are they as good as a royalty check? No, but if I sell half a dozen short stories a year at professional rates, it helps keep me in the black. And they are not just helping me build a name for myself; so far, they’re kind of the only way I’m building a name for myself. (Sorry, Little Me; hardly anyone gets to live off of poetry, and even a byline at a big blog usually gets overlooked by casual readers.)

More importantly, it turns out that I adore writing short stories for their own sake. More so than I ever envisioned when I started. I think I might once have thought to use them as a stepping stone and drop them when I landed some novels. Now, I could never. I need short stories—emotionally, functionally, creatively. Just like poetry and blogs and novels, short fiction fills a part of my artistic life that other forms simply can’t fill. They’re an equal love, a unique passion. Do they sometimes fall to the back burner when a longer or larger project takes hold? Absolutely. I don’t fight the ebb and flow of it. But I always come back to shorts, where there’s a freedom and a brevity that speaks to me. I honestly cannot imagine my life without them.

So my nominations for the Stoker Awards are surprising in many ways. Surprising for the category I’m up for, surprising for how soon it’s happened, surprising for the story at bat, and surprising for the joy and encouragement it’s brought me. It’s not just the praise, or the honor. That is beautiful, fulfilling, thrilling! But the readers. The readers the nominations represent, and the feedback from them (you) about my work. To know that I’ve found readers and affected them in even vaguely, occasionally the same way those giants have affected me? That’s priceless.

Thank you, friends and readers. Come the awards in May, whether I win or not, I really *do* feel like I’ve already won. I’ve won motivation and reason to keep sitting down to work day after day, and to keep pushing against this crazy industry to get my writing (of all stripes) in front of readers who might want it. Because at least a few someones seem to want it. 🙂 Speaking of which, a story is calling. (Or is that a poem, or something longer…?)

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Y’all know that expression “You could have knocked me over with a feather”? Sunday was the first time I actually had the urge to use it.

As you might’ve noticed in my “2018 in Review” summary post, I only had three original short stories published last calendar year. (I don’t say “only” with a derogatory tone, just that of the number I had accepted and had hoped would come out, only three of them did. Expect more this year.) “Dealing in Shadows” was in a phenomenal anthology and got some lovely buzz. “Cilantro” was in another great anthology that didn’t lean horror, so my story didn’t get much buzz. And “Glove Box” was in an online magazine with a smaller readership that got no buzz. What’s more, I really dropped the ball on my end-of-year hustle. I usually send in all of my eligible stories to all of the “best of” anthologies, lists, and awards that I know of. I mean, you never know unless you try, right? But this year I simply didn’t have the time to do it.

After the thrill of last year, when “So Sings the Siren” made the final ballot for the Bram Stoker Awards, appeared in Year’s Best Hardcore Horror Volume 3, and received an honorable mention for Ellen Datlow’s Best Horror of the Year, I was braced for a real letdown this year. Less stories out means less opportunities to get my words in front of readers. Less submissions and hustling means less likelihood that nominators, judges, and juries will see my stuff. And not every year can sparkle quite that much. I’d decided this just wouldn’t be my year, and that was okay.

So on Sunday, I wasn’t one of the many horror authors eagerly refreshing their inboxes to read the Preliminary Ballot for the 2018 Bram Stoker Awards®. I had a lot going on that day, and since I thought my chances were slim, I hadn’t mentally earmarked the date. Maybe you can imagine my surprise when, scrolling through to see the names and works, I found my own. What’s more, for the story that I’d placed the least expectation on. “Glove Box” made the preliminary ballot! You probably could’ve actually knocked me over with a feather. Or at least a high-five.

Don’t get me wrong. I love this story. But “Glove Box” is short and strange and slippery. It doesn’t declare its genre with neon lights. It’s a tense little ride that takes the reader from ordinary through extraordinary without ever raising its voice. I honestly thought it might be one of those stories that only I “got.” (Hey, it happens. I have weird taste.) Add that to the small apparent number of readers once it came out and, frankly, it’s the last story of the three I expected to make an appearance.

I couldn’t be more thrilled. I’m thrilled that it’s available online, so all voting HWA members (and anyone else!) can read it for FREE at Dark City Mystery Magazine! (If you’re reading on mobile, it’s a touch scroll; landscape makes it easier to view.) I’m thrilled that this cool little story I didn’t promote hard enough has managed to snag someone’s attention. I’m thrilled that it might, hopefully, find a few new readers now and get a second life. And I’m just so honored to have made the preliminary ballot among so many artists I admire. I can’t even describe how much it means.

If you’re a voting member of the Horror Writers Association, you have until February 15 to read/watch/listen to any of the works you want to check out, in any category, and get your votes in. “Glove Box” is here for anyone who wants to read it, voting or no. The final ballot (when folks get to officially call themselves nominees) will come out on February 23. (You can bet I’ll be refreshing my inbox that day!)

And me? I’ll be reading all of the other authors’ short stories on the preliminary ballot myself. Not just because I’m on it, but because this is a tradition I have every year—since well before the first time I made the list myself. It’s the one category where the works are short enough that I can make time to read every single one of them. It’s so fun, and of course even more fun when my own story is among the materials. 😊

What about those other two stories on my little list of three? Well, they haven’t fared too shabbily themselves. “Cilantro” has been chosen to appear in Year’s Best Hardcore Horror Volume 4, where it will be among its horror brethren, and I’m stoked. And while “Dealing in Shadows” hasn’t received any direct shout-outs for end-of-year stuff, its home, Suspended in Dusk II, has also made the Stokers preliminary ballot in the anthology category! Whaaat? Amazing! Congrats to editor Simon Dewar, publisher Anthony Rivera at Grey Matter Press, and to my fellow contributors!

So much for my “this year will be a letdown” preparations. Shows what I know. 😀 It reminds me of one of my favorite quotes from an editor on a panel I once attended. Melissa Singer of Tor Books said, “You are not the best judge of what’s good enough.” Lesson (re)learned.

Do any of you read nominees for lit awards? Do you look forward to awards season? Which ones in particular?

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I’m a little later than usual with my year-end wrap-up post, because I’ve had a lot going on in my personal life, but I do want to share with you guys the highlights of my writing life for 2018. It was a busy year for me.

I revised my big, complicated, crazy WIPbeast in the spring. That was no small feat, and I’m still kind of amazed that I did it. After about half a year of my notorious pre-work, in November I drafted my next and current WIP, which is much less beastly but hopefully just as powerful in its own ways. Those two novels combined with short stories, blog posts, and the like left me with an annual word count total of 156,200 words. I also broke my daily word count personal best—twice. Thanks to a schedule shift, my friend Kelsey and I got to go on our annual writing retreat twice this year: once in the spring and a bonus in the fall. Strangely, I only wrote a couple poems all year. Considering how many barriers popped up, I’m pretty pleased with that output.

Many of those words included the columns that I continue to write for LitReactor and Writer Unboxed. I also presented a workshop for the Writers Guild of Texas, which was wonderful, because I very much enjoy continuing to share some of what I’ve learned along the way with others. And of course here on my own blog I’ve been a busy bee, sharing work, sharing milestones, sharing encouragement, hosting my biggest giveaway yet, talking, theorizing, and discussing everything from horror to remakes, and even sharing a poetry reading vlog. I also joined the Instagram Fam this year, and I hope you’ll follow me @annieneugebauer if you haven’t already.

For new publications, I had three stories in three markets and seven poems in four markets. I also had one story and one poem reprinted. I’ve just learned that one of those original stories, “Cilantro,” has been chosen for inclusion in Year’s Best Hardcore Horror Volume 4. I am thrilled to be in this great ‘best of’ for another year!

Original Fiction

• “Dealing in Shadows,” Suspended in Dusk 2, Grey Matter Press
• “Cilantro,” Fire: Demons, Dragons and Djinn, Tyche Books
• “Glove Box,” The Dark City Mystery Magazine July 2018 Issue, Dark City Books

Reprinted Fiction

• “The Call of the House of Usher,” Haunted are These Houses, Unnerving

Original Poetry

• “Sometimes the Beauty is in the Falling” Encore 2018, The National Federation of State Poetry Societies
• “If, Indeed” Encore 2018, The National Federation of State Poetry Societies
• “The Mountains Do Not Call Me,” Encore 2018, The National Federation of State Poetry Societies
• “Thirst,” HWA Poetry Showcase Volume 5, Horror Writers Association
• “Advancement,” A Book of the Year 2018, Poetry Society of Texas
• “Their First Kiss,” A Book of the Year 2018, Poetry Society of Texas
• “Texas Rain,” 2019 Texas Poetry Calendar, Kallisto Gaia Press Inc.

Reprinted Poetry

• “Light and Liquor,” Undead: A Poetry Anthology of Ghouls, Ghosts, and More, Apex Publications

Other odds, ends, and honors include participating in my first mini-podcast for Unnerving Magazine, having a story from 2017 make Ellen Datlow’s honorable mentions list for Best Horror of the Year, being personally solicited (and accepted! details coming soon!) by my first literary magazine, breaking out of ‘and many others,’ and reading about forty books throughout the year.

I’ve also received plenty of great news this year, various acceptances that will mostly (hopefully) be published in 2019. The ones I can announce so far are:

• “White Paint” (short story), Cemetery Dance Magazine #78, Cemetery Dance Publications
• “I Am” (short story), The Shadow Booth Vol. 3
• “the warped barbed wire” (haiku), A Book of the Year, Poetry Society of Texas
• “Redless” (flash fiction), The Binge-Watching Cure II, Claren Books
• “Zanders the Magnificent” (short story reprint, podcast), Pseudopod
• “Fit for the Wolves” (short story), Gorgon: Stories of Emergence, Pantheon Magazine
• “Cilantro” (short story reprint), Year’s Best Hardcore Horror Volume 4, Red Room Press

There are also two more originals and another reprint coming that I can’t share the details of just yet. (Follow me on Facebook and Twitter to get the news first, or subscribe to this blog so you never miss the good stuff.)

It always feels good to sum up a year; I often find that I’ve done more than I realized, after rounding up the list. 2018 was busy, and I have a feeling 2019 will be even busier. Here’s to cramming it full of all the good stuff. I hope you’ll join me along the way. (If you have anything you’d love to see from me this year–be it here on the blog or anything writing-geared–I’d love to hear about it in the comments!)

How was your 2018? I want to hear what you’ve bee up to!

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