With the results of the voting due to be revealed this time next week and the rules requiring nominees to have time to decline, I suspect it is now safe to conclude I have not been nominated. This comes as no surprise.
I have however achieved one necessary rite of passage for any aspiring writer, that is, when someone dislikes your work sufficiently to tell the world how bad it is.
I find to my surprise that I do not mind this at all. To subject one's work to public judgement is inevitably to encounter those whose taste does not coincide. I remind myself that before you can be told how bad you are you must first have been noticed. Those who read this criticism may even remember my name and check some of my work to see if they agree.
I discover that I agree with Liberace. Since at least three editors did not share this negative view and since they put money behind their judgement I can cry all the way to the bank. Not that I have earned any significant returns as yet, but hey, we all have to start somewhere.
So, are you watching Louis, my friend? It happens to us all.