So, off I went Saturday night to the Southern California Independant Booksellers Awards. My novel Helen of Pasadena had been nominated for Best Fiction and I was tickled pink. Quite a thrill! I did what my big sister Liz told me to do: I prepared a speech even though I thought the possibility of victory was remote because my book was a comedy and Everyone Knows Comedies Don’t Win Big Awards. But I didn’t want Liz to yell at me about ” blowing my moment,” if , by some freak vote, Helen of Pasadena brought home the trophy or disco ball or whatever they handed out. When the four nominees were announced, I got very excited and, for an instant, hopeful. Then, the winner was announced and it wasn’t me. Or my book. I had one of my tablemates capture the moment:
Actually, it was hard to be bitter, because I had a lovely conversation with the winner of my category, author Deborah Harkness of A Discovery of Witches and she seemed Very Nice and Very Smart. Dang. She even wanted to have lunch because we live in the same area. Oh, okay, Fine. BTW, congratulations on That Big Movie Deal, too, Deborah. I’m so happy people are calling you The Next JK Rowling.
I’m over it, but I’m sorry I didn’t get to give my speech. It was Very Funny. Perhaps, I’ll do a dramatization on the Podcast this week– as if I had won! Yes, that is exactly what I’ll do. Nobody puts Baby in a corner.
In the meantime, I’m totally enjoying Deborah’s book. Dang. You’ll want to read it to– before the movie comes out!
Embracing my chaos, Lian