All right, friends and companions, full disclosure: the reason Wondermark moved to the head of my comics-geeking que was that its wonderful benevolent creator, David Malki, was having a rather fantastic blog contest, giving away ten artist-signed-and-illustrated books to adoring bloggers. Now I legitimately AM adoring of Wondermark, and had intended to talk it up, but that sort of put a fire under my bustled tail.
And, lo, I have emerged victorious! Along with 9 other, much better and more established bloggers! Behold!
And this was truly fantastic and rather unexpected. But look again-- among the names of my co-champions?
Robin McKinley, if you don't know, is an author of many actual books, like the Blue Sword, and The Door in The Hedge, and a lot of other books, of which I have read several and enjoyed more than not.* She has her own Amazon bookstore!
And a blog! In which she writes about writing, which is of course something she actually knows about!
While I? Have written some Etsy descriptions, a few trifling blog posts, and a fair number of awkward book reviews.
And yet today, on this glorious near-Christmas morn, I am her equal. I have won over the same audience as an actual professional writer. Never mind that it was in a rather random blog promoing contest; never mind that it was a rather obscure contest. Right now, in this glorious kingdom of the Internet, I AM EQUAL WITH A REAL WRITER.
My ego is currently threatening to o'errun my generous state borders. 2009 has just become my Most Triumphant Year Ever.
Even if I suspect this now means I have to live up to some sort of standard. I will not let the existence of reality spoil my triumph!
* Any writer** who writes enough books is bound to turn out some that are not as solid as others, or just not as much to my taste. Even Pratchett has the Rincewind stories, which I'm just kinda Meh over for the most part.
**Except Stephen King. But that's different, King's a whole separate deal for me, and probably deserves his own post.