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.
13 comments:
Congrats. It is lovely!
Congrats! I'm sure your book is proud. Have you asked it? ;)
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!!!
Congrats!!
Woo! Congratulations! I think it's great that your book got a medal. :)
Hooray! It's a lovely medal. Hope you and the book wear it proudly. =)
Congrats, Mirka!
I think it's wonderful and very well-deserved.
Congratulations!
Yea, Mirka!
Congrats!
Love the name of the award, Mirka. Congratulations! So glad your work was recognized in this way =)
Congratulations, Mirka! That is wonderful news!!!
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