I tried to do the nice thing by re-reading one of my bounced-off-of stories in a better frame of mind but it turns out it was still pretty grumpy, and I wrote a bad review more grounded in philosophy than literary merit.
I ain't gonna fall for that twice. Both The Millay Illusion by Sarah Pinsker (It's not bad, just not for me) and When He Calls Your Name” by Catherynne M. Valente (Maybe it'll surprise you) shall remain forever on my Mt. Tsundoku like those brightly-clad corpses on the ascent to Mt. Everest that have been lying there for years because the rich assholes paying a crapload of money to take a selfie at the summit don't have enough spare oxygen to remove the ones who didn't make it. Serving as a warning to me that I probably shouldn't sign up to be a Hugo reviewer again since I'm much too grumpy for this. Couldn't resist that tax-deductable trip to Disneyland though.
I will wait and be patient about the voter packet, and hope it includes Martha Wells, and maybe even some of the YA novels as well as representative info dumps from the nominated websites.
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