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A tiny bit of ego inflation here, in a sea of otherwise nothing: I discovered today that one of my stories, "Eater," has actually received a nomination for the Nebula award. Mind you, not the ten needed to make it on the ballot. Just one. Uno. A singleton. Vote flying solo. Despite this, I'm very excited. Why? Because it means someone has read my story and liked it enough to nominate it for an award. Let's face it, novice short story writers don't get a lot of feedback. This, I think, qualifies. I have no real aspirations to win the Nebula (or any other award, for that matter). But Ed McMahon is right: I am already a winner.