...a minute. Just wait a minute. Three posts ago, when I referred to the fact that "a man named Harold Augenbraum" had mentioned my story (whether in a good, bad, or indifferent way, I do not know) in his review of Contemporary Fiction by Filipinos in America, perhaps those of you who are far more knowledgeable than I thought I was being facetious. But I am not a facetious arse (and you can quote me on that)! I truly did not know that he was the Executive Director of the National Book Foundation, which does that whole National Book Award thing.
I feel...lame. Rather lame.