You will not believe what happened.
... Okay, you probably do, especially if you hang out in the Puppy community. And if you cannot believe it, well you may just be a Puppy Kickers and never saw this coming.
Heh heh heh.
Anyway ... did I ever mention that I
love press releases? They do all of my work for me.
Now, everyone knows that I love DragonCon. Just
look at my reports from any previous years. I have been there, done that, and I only wish it was easier to afford.
However, I may just have to force myself to go down there this year.
You may have heard, DragonCon
has just announced The Dragon Awards: Dragon Awards, "a program of fan-chosen awards to recognize outstanding achievement in science fiction and fantasy literature, comics, gaming and filmed entertainment."
Gee, I wonder if that sounds anything like
another certain award ...
naaaahhhh.
Click here to sign up. Go ahead, I won't mind if you did it this minute and stepped away from the article. Heh heh heh.
Isn't that kind of awesome? I even love the breakdown of the categories. They're so varied and specific, so that different genres aren't competing for the same award. Isn't that something special? Unique? Different?
And considering that this is from a convention that includes such wide-ranging topics, tracks, and over SIXTY THOUSAND MEMBERS, That's not bad.
The funny thing is that this isn't the first time I've heard about it. My fellow Puppies have been anticipating, batting around, and daydreaming about the idea for the last year and a half.
Considering that the Hugos of WorldCon like to call themselves fandom most prestigious award, I wonder what that will make the Dragon? Fandom's most
important award? Most
representative award? Most
kick-ass award? (Seriously, between a plastic rocket ship and a dragon, I'd rather have a dragon on my mantel).
As you can assume,
my fellow Puppies are over the moon about this. Even
John C. Wright.
But this occurs to me, that means the Sad Puppies have already won. It's over. We can all go home now. Come on, everybody, let's move on. Let's pack up...
What's that you ask? Why declare victory and go home? It's simple: the Puppy Kickers have decided that they would rather burn down the Hugos than let anyone else play with their toys. Fine. I'm sure Vox Day will hand them the matches and splash some gasoline around. And the Puppy Kickers can declare that they drove us off, and clap themselves on the back, and slowly die in obscurity among fewer and fewer people who even know that they exist.
But this? Butcher goes to DragonCon. And Larry Correia. And John Ringo. And David Weber. And the cast of
Arrow and the actors from
Daredevil, and a whole bunch of
really cool people
This will have a selection of authors and books that are
fun. Good books, I tell you. And with sixty thousand members, you can be
damn certain that no one can or will game this. Or corner the market. It'll be about the quality of fiction, the entertainment value -- I mean come on, they have a category for
video games, do you think they're going to be pretentious about books? They'll be logos you can look at, smile, and go, "This? This means
quality."
Sad Puppies 3 and 4 had the stated goal that wanted the Hugos to represent good, entertaining, quality fiction. Why? To have an award that was free of politics and personality conflicts, and solely about the work of fiction itself.
Now? Why bother? We don't need to be abused, bullied, harassed or slandered online in order to find an award that's about good books. There's the Dragon. Nobody owns it but the fans. Lots and lots of fans. Thousands upon thousands of fans.
Who needs the Hugos?
To quote Brad Torgersen from his Facebook page.
And so: the final nail in the coffin of the Hugo awards. Looks like the Dragon Award is basically going to be doing everything Sad Puppies was hoping to get the Hugos to eventually do, but Dragon Con is doing it without having to wade through all the histrionic, caterwauling drama that resulted from the self-appointed defenders of Worldcon correctness and propriety throwing the genre's all-time biggest temper tantrum. I raise my glass to this, and predict that within ten years, a gold-foil DRAGON AWARD label on a book is going to routinely replace both NEBULA and HUGO labels.
While I don't know about the Nebula, I'm reasonably certain he's 100% correct on the Hugos.
To heck with the Hugos. If I could get one of these Dragons,
that would be awesome. Right now, the best part of getting a Hugo nomination would be the death threats. Yes. Come on, we all know the minute that I get the nomination, we're going to have a sudden surge of how evil conservative racist, homophobic Catholic I am. I'm sure that
Entertainment Weekly has a folder somewhere about every bad thing ever said by any Puppy at any time, and they can pull a few quotes out of context. If they ever get around to me, I'll be amused to see what happens.
But a
Dragon Award? Oh, hell yes. Please and thank you. I would take that and splash it over every novel from now until Hell froze over. Yeah. That would be amazing.
Now,
here's how you apply for the Dragon Award voting. Go, sign up, and vote for whatever your little heart desires. If you actually like Leckie, or Scalzi, or ... I don't know, has Gerrold done anything in the last decade? Whatever. If you
like something, vote for it. We don't have to be an organized mass, pooling together, fighting for the shot of
just one good novel to slip in between the cracks of political correctness.
Of course, if you feel like it,
Honor At Stake is eligible for a Dragon Award. I checked the rules.
And, surprisingly enough,
there has already been someone who has suggested that Honor At Stake be under best horror. I would have taken YA or paranormal, but screw it, I'll take what I can get. And no, I do not know who Alfred Genesson is, all I know is he seemed to like my novel. I'll take it.
But the war of the Puppies -- Sad, Rabid, Kickers -- is probably over. The Sad Puppies have probably won. The Puppy Kickers, I'm certain, will declare victory for getting rid of us. Vox and the Rabid Puppies will probably have inappropriate amounts of fun watching the Hugos flail about in its death throes.
As for me? You must pardon me for right now, I must be going...
I have a DragonCon form to fill out.