Are You Ready For Some Football?

So, that Dragon*Con thing happened again this past weekend. I don’t have quite the epic story of epicness that I did last year, but here’s a few little things from the weekend.

First, I did not win the Parsec for “From Paris, With Regret”, BUT, another Ministry story did in my same category. Super congrats to P.C. Haring for his win for the MoPO! While P.C. was away at WorldCon, we did get to hear his excited disbelief over the phone and, really, I couldn’t be happier for him. It’s a well-deserved win. Way to go, P.C.!

I will spare you the tales of drunken silliness (but still awesome) that were most (okay ALL) of my evenings and move right on to the big news.

I’ve been recruited into the GFL!

That’s right. The Galactic Football League, the creation of one Scott Sigler.

At Sigler’s One For the Junkies panel on Saturday night, AB Kovacs and Scott Sigler revealed to the gathered masses that I am officially on-board to write a novella from the P.O.V. of one of the female characters in his GFL series. I have big shoes to fill, as I am following the tough act of one mighty Mur Lafferty.

I’m sorry. What now? MUR LAFFERTY? As in, CAMPBELL-NOMINATED MUR LAFFERTY?

Those are not big shoes. Those are SIZE EIGHTY-FIVE BUTT-STOMPIN’ BOOTS.

Holy cats! If you’d have told me three years ago that I’d be staring down the barrel of this cannon I’d have directed you to the nearest looney bin. For serious.

I’M FOLLOWING MUR LAFFERTY?

And, as if that weren’t enough, I have to bring my A-game or the Sigler Junkies might never forgive me. These people LOVE the GFL series, and especially the characters I’ll be choosing from to base this story around.

They call them Junkies for a reason, you know.

So, no pressure.

*glances over shoulder*

I think I can already feel their hot breath on the back of my neck already.

I’m a fantasy & steampunk writer attempting to write a football novella set in a sci-fi world. I mean, I like a challenge and all, but this is a bit bigger than my usual I-CAN-DO-ALL-THE-THINGS psychosis. So, what’s a gal to do?

*puts on orange and black warpaint*

Bring it.