I have cemented my position as the Award-Losing Author by failing to win World Magazine’s Children’s Book of the Year. The Green Ember finished as a runner-up.
As you may or may not know, I was a finalist for the West Virginia Fiction Award several years ago…and lost. I’ve included, “award-losing author” in most of my bios ever since. Now I have more reason to. The streak goes on.
All (or most) joking aside, it’s an honor to be mentioned at all and to be a runner-up is very flattering. Don’t run-down a runner-up. That’s what I always never say.
I am totally joking–I hope you know!–about the “woe is me” stuff. My publisher and personal Canadian (everyone should have one), Andrew Mackay, reminds me all the time that we are spoiled, that the incredible response to The Green Ember is rare. There is certainly some truth to that, but I’m not so spoiled that I take this for granted. I am genuinely honored and grateful for the very kind mention.
The Penderwicks in Spring took home the hardware this year, but I plan to train really hard and win in a KO in our next bout.
(Note: I self-identify as an intellectually sophisticated and emotionally mature man.)
For realsies, here’s the very kind write up from World. And here’s the part where they mention Ember. I have read and admired Janie B. Cheaney for years, so I was honored to see this.
How can you not love the World and the things that are in the World?
Seriously, this is very nice. And I’m grateful.
Let me be clear. I do not feel like this…
I feel like this…
Or possibly this…
Yes, that’s “me” as international footballing legend Steven Gerrard. Just in my orange bib and not-bald head, reacting to World Magazine’s generous accolade with a sincere and sporting thumbs up.
If I ever do win an award, then there will be no reason to joke around. The joke will then be obvious.
Thank you, World!