The Mythopoeic Society has not yet announced the 2015 ballot publicly, so I don't know who the other finalists are. Looking at the history, I will be Very Surprised if I win, at least this year. You may have heard of the toast they raise every year at the Hugo Award Losers Party -- It's an honor just to be nominated. Yes, that. I wish I knew who had nominated me. I owe that person heartfelt thanks.
Now I have to figure out how I'm going to afford airfare to Colorado Springs for Mythcon, which is more academic conference and author/publishing industry professional retreat than fan convention. The event and its award are, by outside world and other-genre standards, obscure, but in my little corner of the cosmos, they're A Very Big Deal, and I'd be a fool to miss them.
I guess it's time to drum up some tutoring business. It'll take a bunch of SAT prep gigs to buy that plane ticket.
Of all the problems I have today, here's my favorite: What on earth do I wear to the award ceremony?
For a problem like that, the Gods be thanked.