Right now, best novel looks like this.
Now, it's one thing to be in the top ten, which is surprising enough -- and for which I thank my enthusiastic fan base, I'm seriously shocked -- but it's another thing to be in the top five.
And no, for those of you wondering, I'm not beating out Correia or Ringo because I'm better than they are, but because they've stated that they don't want a Hugo, and would reject one if offered. So, count on their readers knowing that and thinking "Nah, I'm not going to bother them."
I'm not shocked that I beat Ancillary Mercy because, well, Ann Leckie is enjoyed by the Puppy Kicker crowd, and I suspect that some of them figured "Hey, we can manipulate the Puppies! Yaaaay." I may be wrong, but most of my friends and acquaintances couldn't get through her books. Just listen to any of my radio shows with Tom Knighton.
While I have not read Nethereal, and cannot comment on it, I am shocked that I'm above Jim Butcher.
It occurs to me as I write this that I'm even shocked that I'm on the same list as Ringo, Correia, Butcher, Wright, Stephenson and Williamson.
Heck, I'm surprised I'm even allowed on this list.
Welcome to science fiction, truly, the great equalizer. Huh.
Oh well, here's where the fun starts. If this keeps up, I'll be marked for slander and libel all over the internet. So, please, by all means, anyone who hasn't voted yet, please do feel free to cast a vote for me.
Because as I've said before to the Puppy Kickers...