The Joy of NOT Winning a Christy Award
Nope. Didn’t win.
Except, maybe I did in a way. Oh, I don’t have one of those sparkly glass awards to sit on my desk, but I sure as shooting felt like a winner last week at the Christy Award Gala and in the days following.
- I got to wear a fancy dress. It’s vintage–from the 1960s–and it made me feel elegant and timeless. I added the Luckenbooth Mom gave me for my birthday last year (found in the story I was nominated for)–the perfect touch! Plus, I carried the Jane Eyre book-purse my brother gave me.
- I got to spend quality time with readers and writer friends including Conni (in the photo above). She DID win a Christy and it was a treat to celebrate with her.
- I had a chance to connect with folks from my publishing house including me editor and had fun talking about promotions and future stories.
- I enjoyed some pretty fantastic food eaten in excellent company. I mean, the salmon at the gala was delicious. Who gets fish that good at a banquet?!?
- When I told family and friends I didn’t win, responses included the following:
- Who are the judges?? – Mom
- Are they crazy? – My snowbird neighbor back in FL
- We watched the live stream and were disappointed for you. -Dear friends who don’t necessarily read a bunch of Christian fiction, but read ALL of my fiction
- It’s SO subjective. -Several friends
- You should have won! -Several other friends some of whom may not have actually read the story
- When I got home my husband had made me a “consolation” dinner. Meatloaf, roasted asparagus, crusty bread, red wine, and Ghirardelli raspberry dark chocolate squares. He’s a keeper!
So, really, I feel very much like a winner. Not because I got an award (and hey, I wouldn’t mind winning one!) but because I’m blessed with a whole host of people who care about me, support me, and love me whether I ever win an award or not.