So, last time I blogged I was asking the question: should we care about awards?
Well, this past weekend I attended the London Book Festival 2017 awards ceremony to collect my winning certificate for the sci fi category. It was held at the 5* Grosvenor Hotel in London, and there was nice alcohol and food and even real drinking glasses. About 30 people came, from the USA, Switzerland, the UK and Latin America.
So, already my expectations were surpassed.
I was able to give a short speech and feel important when receiving my award. People laughed and cried. It was emotional… (cough).
But, that is not why I’m writing this blog.
I will fully admit that I went in very focused on me. My award. My achievement. My interest in the other books was not high. It was my first award ceremony, and so I was busy being all self-important.
That quickly went out of the window.
Firstly, we had some VERY educated people in the room. A psychiatrist, a PhD in literature. A guy from Capitol Hill, a former exec from HBO… the list goes on. My little PhD was not stand out in this crowd.
Secondly, the stories behind these people’s books reminded me that for every book out there, someone’s blood sweat and tears have gone into it. For many it’s very personal. Just a few examples from this event included:
I know that I will not be quick to judge another’s work so harshly. For every story, there’s a story behind it.