Well, the Nobel Prize in literature isn't going to be awarded this year. Dang. I was really counting on winning that.
Seriously, the crap I write is not going to win a major award. And, speaking of awards, editor David Boop had hopes one of the stories in his anthology Straight Outta Tombstone might take a Stoker Award. It didn't, although it did make the first round of balloting. I told him I didn't think a weird western book was going to win a major award. They're a little too far off the bell shaped curve [that's a statistical term showing how outlier data deviates from the overall population].
But times have changed. I remember a time not that long ago when no one even knew what a weird western was. I rarely have to explain them at cons and book fairs anymore. The fact one was voted on by the HWA membership and that very same anthology was briefly on the best seller list. Well, I think times are a changing. And I take some credit for that. I've tirelessly pushed these things for the past 20 years. That's why I publish Science Fiction Trails. That's why I try and get them on programming at science fiction and steampunk cons.
A Nobel Prize to a weird western, now that would be something.