I'm assuming, since I didnt receive a phone call from anyone who attended this afternoon's Mystery Writers of America Agents & Editors Party (this year the event, part of Edgar Week, was moved to a cruise ship), that Grave Endings didn't win the Mary Higgins Clark Award.
I couldn't be present because today is part of Passover. Well, technically, I could have flown in for the event, but I wouldn't have been able to eat or drink anything at the event, or on the flight, unless I brought my own food. Rather complicated...
It would have been lovely to win, of course. But it's true what they say--being nominated is an honor. And it's easier not winning in absentia. I'm fortunate to have had several of my books nominated for mystery awards and can summon up the stomach tightening when my category is called, the prickle of excitement and anxiety before the winner is announced, the flash of disappointment that is somehow exacerbated when your fans and friends console you and share their own disappointment in your loss, which is greater than yours.
And you know, I've never done well on boats.
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