So the Brilliance In Blogging awards came and went last Friday and though yours truly was a finalist in the Lit category, I nevertheless went home a runner-up. In fact I didn’t even have to go home on account of never having left being too niggardly and anti-social to even attend the event despite the lovely Katy Hill being the compare and Ruby Wax also being in attendance. And of course, Ruby is undoubtedly lovely too.
I didn’t win.
Not a bean. Not a sausage. Close but no cigar.
I now know what it feels like to be the “also-ran” at an Oscar ceremony or The BAFTAs. The chin-up. The fake smile. The autopilot applause for the lucky individuals who did win.
Actually, I truly didn’t expect to win. And I mean that. I’m not just saying it to make out that I don’t care or to belittle the event (though of course I’ve maintained all along that I don’t do this for the accolades or the money or the loose women, sorry, the loose change; I do it for the art and the love and for you guys). This is no embittered lie to cover up a crushed soul fermenting itself into poison under the grinding weight of being passed over yet again at yet another award ceremony. I honestly didn’t expect to win.
My blog is too eclectic. Too unfocused. Too nonspecific and too wide ranging in its scope to pigeonhole neatly into any category. And yes I am trying to make a virtue out of a vice.
Of course, some might argue that this blog just wasn’t good enough and that is simply the hard, cold end of it.
And indeed that could be the case but for the fact that, to become a finalist, this blog had to receive over 50,000 votes.
That’s a phenomenal number for a snipey little blog that doesn’t particularly sell anything or offer a worthwhile service.
I was gobsmacked when I discovered that 50,000 was the numerical threshold.
Who are these people? Do they read every day? Why don’t they comment? If I sold 50,000 copies of my novel, The Great Escapes of Danny Houdini (plug plug), I’d be laughing.
So 50,000 people like this blog.
But it is the diet coke of success.
Just not quite successful enough.
Come on, people. Give me some sugar!