It’s 2020, so it has taken longer than usual for the Subjective Chaos Kind of Awards panel to read our way through another stellar shortlist. But the reading and the debates are done at last: it’s time to reveal our 2020 award winners! Who will be getting a pebble in the post?
It’s been nearly six months since we shortlisted our 48 nominees for the 2020 Subjective Chaos Kind of Awards. After a spring and summer we could never have predicted, we’re ready at last to announce our finalists. Drumroll, please…
We’ve had a month of furiously reading 2019 releases we’d missed out on, agonising over shortlists, swearing about eligibility and generally testing the waters for incipient chaos. And now it’s time: here are the 2020 nominees for the Subjective Chaos Kind of Awards!
I’m delighted to announce that the Subjective Chaos Kind of Awards are back for 2020 – as subjective as ever and even more chaotic.
I started the dog days of August as a grizzly old timer with much growling and then switched track to happy dappy Labrador thanks to a wonderful first Worldcon. My reading has been dented, but my enthusiasm for genre and books is on fire!
Another exhilarating year of Subjective Chaos has come to an end: in amongst the many events at Dublincon, we announced our 2019 winners – and celebrated as our 2019 Fantasy winner took home the Campbell for Best New Writer (don’t say we didn’t tell you). Enormous congratulations to Jeannette Ng!
July has been wall to wall work, with interludes of Oh My Word It’s Hot, emergency furniture shopping, and a long weekend splashing about with my nieces and nephews out-law. I’m looking forward to my August interlude: my first Worldcon! But first: more work.
We’ve had six long months of reading our way through our 5 categories and 36 nominees. We have bluntly shared our first impressions (privately, thank you) and subjectively picked our individual favourites. But who has made our final selection?
Recent months have been dominated by work, and June was sadly no different (so much for this being an ‘easy’ job, what was I thinking?). Blogging has taken a back seat to documentation, with reading a much-needed diversion and a chance to take a break from trying to craft words myself. Before I knew it, I’d had a little unplanned hiatus – and I have no regrets.
Back in January, an opinionated collective of bloggers and book lovers announced our shortlist for this year’s Subjective Chaos Kind of Awards. Six months later, where have we got to?
The best thing to do when drowning on an intense project with lots of travel is co-host a month-long blogstravaganza celebrating all things fantasy across as many channels as possible. …I’m not actually kidding. Wyrd and Wonder was AMAZING and cheered up what could have been a miserable May.
The new job has remained incredibly intense and has added trips to Denmark every other week to its roster of unexpected demands. Now I’m a bit more settled, I am actually mostly enjoying it (and I love Denmark), but gosh I’m feeling the pressure. Easter was a godsend – four much-needed days off to decompress.
Well March has been a month. With Brexit looming, I knew this month would take quite a toll, but then I started a new job and that has also been rather bruising! Fair to say I have been mostly overwhelmed. This isn’t likely to change next month, so I suspect it will remain quiet around here on the blog until May.
February has been a big book haul month for me, but it’s been a dreadful reading month. I got distracted by some unplanned work re-insulating the house and a sudden flurry of work opportunities. So it’s been dashes to the DIY store and big decisions about my future; punctuated by a much-needed and rather extravagant weekend retreat to Scotland for my birthday.
I’ve had a slow start to 2019 as I’m still sorting out where I’ll be working this year, and UK politics is a shambles so who knows what context I’ll be working in. Instead, I’m having fun in the kitchen and allowing a little Marie Kondo into my life. I’m not watching the show, but I like asking whether things ‘spark joy’, although nowhere near my bookshelf (SO MUCH JOY SPARKING RIGHT THERE, EVERY TIME).