Scars, framed!
I just got SCARS back, framed–well, the dustjacket–with the silver GG (Governor General Literary Award) sticker on it–and it feels SO good! (grinning and grinning) I felt like laughing in joy–I actually did, holding it–and now I've put it up on my wall. I'm not used to celebrating myself, though I think that's important. It took me ten years after I got my editing certificate to even frame it. But this…this has so much joy for me!
I've put it up in the hallway entrance, so I'll see it every time I walk in the door. It was either that or the living room, where right now I'm working all the time with my laptop…but I already have a bunch of pictures up there. I might change where I put it, but I want to see it often, to remind myself that all this really happened. That after 10 years of submissions and rejections, I got Scars published–with the *perfect* editor and publisher. And then it's been reaching people. And won an award! All stuff of joy and dreams.
Part of me is still worried people will think I'm egotistical, having it up in their faces–but it's joy for me, and it's my home, and…it feels GOOD! (laughing) It feels like I'm taking in an accomplishment and something I care about so deeply, instead of deflecting it, the way I used to for years. It feels right.
What do you do to celebrate you? To celebrate your achievements or things you care about?
