Tuesday, November 12, 2013

And the Medal Goes to…

Medals are funny things.

I know, I know. You’re thinking medals can be many things: heavy, beautiful, or pointless. But funny?

Today they struck me as funny. I read that between 1928 and 1948 twelve Olympic medals were awarded for… Town Planning. I need to investigate that one. Did they run a race?

Maybe I’m a bit giddy because my novel for middle grades recently won a medal. No, not the Nobel or the Newbery. Here it is:
A Moonbeam Bronze medal is lovely. You can see my book, THE VOICE OF THUNDER, beaming back at it, can’t you?

Actually, the book doesn't care, and I can’t see its author walking around wearing a medal. It didn't make a good book better, nor is it likely to improve sales. But the day I got the notice was a nice day.

Bet those town planners liked getting theirs, too. I hope they thought it was a wee bit funny, too. If we can’t laugh at the way we make and give value, we’ll take ourselves entirely too seriously.


  1. Congrats! I'm sure your book is proud. Have you asked it? ;)

  2. There might be no rhyme or reason, there might not be a great impact, but I'd be delighted with a medal that says moonbeam ... Congratulations!!!

  3. Woo! Congratulations! I think it's great that your book got a medal. :)

  4. Hooray! It's a lovely medal. Hope you and the book wear it proudly. =)

  5. I think it's wonderful and very well-deserved.

  6. Love the name of the award, Mirka. Congratulations! So glad your work was recognized in this way =)

  7. Congratulations, Mirka! That is wonderful news!!!