It seems like the election is just behind us and I am once again asking you all to vote. See, the official voting for the Avantgarde Awards has begun. As you may remember I was nominated for this lovely and prestigious award and was one of five bloggers to have made it to the semifinals for the “How-to category“. Some anonymous nice person nominated my post “How to be Writer and Sleep Like French Woman” and I am delighted that they liked it enough and the judges liked it enough to get me into the semifinals.
If you would be so kind I would ask you to link on over and vote as you feel inclined. Of course I would like you to vote for my piece. But, I want you to vote for who you think most deserves this lovely award.
Many of you have already generously cast your votes on my behalf. Thank you for that. I really appreciate it. But feel free to vote again. I also want to thank the nice person who nominated and I also want to thank the lovely, kind, and beautiful Seeker at Searching for the inner me for the incredible shout out.
As synchronicity would have it today I am meeting my writing teacher, Jamie Cat Callan, who I wrote about in the “How to be Writer and Sleep Like French Woman“. It is so nice to be able to tell my beloved writing teacher that the post in which she is featured has received such incredible kudos.
Should I get the award I want you to know I am lousy with a hammer—so don’t let the artwork on the award fool you. I am no Bob Villa. I am just a weasel with a penchant for prose. Oh, yeah, and, I am the candidate of change and if I am elected I promise to put on the most bitchin’ prom this blogosphere has ever had. And, the GOP has not paid for my outfit. But if they would like to buy me some new shoes that would be great. You betcha. Wink-wink-wink.
Next week I promise there will be no awards. I am sorry that this week has been one half tragedy and one half tooting my own horn. I promise to pick up my game next week and try to do something else than celebrate lovely awards and complain.