"Flattery is all right so long as you don't inhale.” -Adlai Stevenson
It’s been quite the week for me. I’ve received the Superior Scribbler Award. Okay, those who have been visiting for a while, I can hear your thoughts. Yes, I’ve written a couple of blogs, about how though I am honored to receive these type of awards, I’ve never been comfortable passing them along. And, yes, I’ve even compared them to snail mail chain letters. But I never said I’d never participate (at least I don’t think I did). Anyway, I’ve discovered never has a way of changing its mind more often than not.
I’m participating now because I’m older and wiser and because I received the Award not once but twice.
On Monday, I stumbled on awards day at Elizabeth Spann Craig’s blog, Mystery Writing is Murder. While in my shorts and t-shirt with disheveled hair and no makeup, I was mingling among the hoity-toity. Suddenly, I saw my name in lights – well, okay, not really, but as Elizabeth had said early on in her blog, “…please use your imagination…we’re all writers here!” My first impulse was to run out of the room so I could shower, change clothes and try to do something with my hair. But, instead, I took a deep breath, reminded myself no one could see me, smiled, and said, “Wow.”
On Wednesday, before the excitement had a chance to wear off, I received a comment from Karen Walker, that she had a surprise for me on her blog Following the Whispers. Who doesn’t love surprises? Though I seldom miss any of Karen’s posts, I rushed right over and once again saw that adorable little kid (who reminds me of my grandson) on the Scribbler Award with my name listed as a recipient. Being at a loss for words, I believe I said something deep, like, “Wow,” again.
I’ll pause for a moment here, so you can take the opportunity to pat me on the back. That felt good. Thank you.
If you haven’t visited Elizabeth Spann Craig’s or Karen Walker’s blog, you’re missing a lot. Elizabeth has a very special knack of taking an event that happened in her day and turning it into an entertaining lesson on writing. She is the author of recently released Pretty is as Pretty Dies. It’s worth a visit to her blog just to see her book cover – it always makes me smile. The book sounds terrific and I can’t wait to read it.
Karen’s blog is very personal. She openly discusses her feelings - good and bad. Each topic is approached with such honesty that I have come to think of her as a friend though we have not met in “real” life. Her book, Following the Whispers, is a memoir I’m also looking forward to reading.
I’m naming my recipients, but I will leave it up to them on whether or not they choose to pass it on. If I’ve named someone that has already received the award, well…give yourself a pat on the back, you deserve it.
Sandy Lender—Today the Dragon Wins
Katherine Owens—Katherine Owens
Nancy Parra—This Writer’s Life
Gayle Carline—On the edge of the chair of literature
Galen Kindley—Imagineering Fiction
Here are the rules for Passing on the Superior Scribbler Award: (which, according to rule #5, I’m required to post):
1)Each Superior Scribbler must in turn pass The Award on to 5 most-deserving Bloggy Friends.
2)Each Superior Scribbler must link to the author & the name of the blog from whom he/she has received The Award.
3)Each Superior Scribbler must display The Award on his/her blog, and link to this post, which explains The Award.
4)Each Blogger who wins The Superior Scribbler Award must visit this post and add his/her name to the Mr. Linky List. That way, we’ll be able to keep up-to-date on everyone who receives This Prestigious Honor!
5)Each Superior Scribbler must post these rules on his/her blog.
By the way, I am #851 on the Mr. Linky List.
Please feel free to comment on anything that strikes your fancy. Remember for the month of August, every comment and/or new follower receives an entry to win a signed copy of The Ride.
Thanks for stopping by.
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