While away on vacation, I received a most splendimonious accolade! Expat Alien- writer, blogger, world traveler and All Around Brilliant Person- has gifted me with a Blog of the Year award! Question: How cool is that? Answer: Very. I’ve been experiencing a lot of blog anxiety these days, afraid of boring you with the trials and tribs of my journey into self-publishing hell, and the subsequent promotion of the resulting e-book. It’s all made me extraordinarily grumpy, dazzlingly unfunny and at times, just plain awful. Despite my descent into yawndom, Expat’s seen fit to honor me, and I’m as grateful as the ghost of Jerry Garcia.
As I’ve mentioned before, I have issues with awards. Not receiving them– that part’s fun and easy. It’s the passing them on part that ruts my tires. In the Days of Yore, one of my greatest joys was Sherlock Holmes-ing around for new blogs to follow, new treasure troves of rich, sparkly words to delve into. I love blog stalking. I still do it now and then, but lately, I’m writing as though my keyboard is wired to an incendiary device, like the one Dennis Hopper rigged up in the movie Speed. If I slow down, my bus will blow. Also, my brain is very small, and when I’m in full-throttle writing mode, it’s hard to cram anything else into such a tight space, not even the nutrition labels on cereal boxes. My schedule leaves little time or energy for reading (or anything else). I lose track of my favorite bloggers, which consumes me with Godzilla-sized guilt. I take a catch-up day every one in a while, but still, it often leaves me feeling neglectful of my end of the blogging seesaw.
Another issue– many of the blogs I follow have a “no awards” policy, which I understand and respect. In the past, I’ve given them out anyway, because I really don’t care what someone does with these colorful little rectangles of love. I just think that it’s nice to let people know that I appreciate and enjoy their efforts. I also like to promote talented bloggers and share their work with you. Eventually though, I stopped this practice, because it often seemed to put both the honoree and me in a weird position, each of us feeling the need to apologize and explain:
Fabulous Blogger: I’m sorry, but I just don’t accept blog awards.
Me: I know– I just wanted to give you a shout out, and encourage readers to check out your blog.
Fabulous Blogger: Okay, well thank you. But I just can’t pass it on. It always leaves someone feeling left out. Besides, the award clashes with my color scheme.
Me: I know. It sucks. But please don’t worry about it. I don’t want you to feel obligated– I just think you deserve recognition.
Fabulous Blogger: Okay, well, thanks anyway.
Me: You’re welcome.
(Awkward blog silence)
Despite all of these concerns, this is one award I’m handing out. It isn’t small potatoes– it’s big, genetically modified, mutated potatoes with butter and sour cream on top. It’s the Blog of the Year, ya’ll. Of course, every blog award comes with a set of rules, and here they are for this one:
- Select the blogs you think deserve the ‘Blog of the Year 2012 Award’.
- Write a post and tell about the blogs you have chosen and present them with their award.
- Please include a link back to this page and include these rules (do not alter the rules or the badges).
- Let the blogs you have chosen know that you have given them this award and share the rules with them.
- You can now also join our Facebook page – click the link here Blog of the Year 2012 Award and then you can share your blog with an even wider audience.
- As a winner of the award – please add a link back to the blog that presented you with the award – and then proudly display the award on your blog and sidebar … and start collecting stars…
As that last bullet states, this award’s different than others in that a blogger can win it over and over again– six times to be exact. Each award brings with it another star. My first order of business is to return it to Expat Alien, whose blog is just swell. She tells tales of her travels in a down-to-earth, oh-so-charming way, and manages to educate in the process. She’s written a book of her exploits as well, entitled Expat Alien: My Global Adventures. You can discover all of her fabulosity yourself by clicking here.
And now the hard part. Arrgh. There are so many blogs I love. Years’ worth. Often, I form an emotional attachment– there are just so many talented, smarty-pants people out there. I don’t just mean that they can write. I mean that they have a way of relating in a genuine way that reels me in and makes me feel connected. It gives me a bad case of Happy Heart. If you’re not mentioned here, it doesn’t imply that you’re not one of those writers. In fact, if I’m following your blog, you probably are. Cary Grant never won an Oscar or a Blog of the Year Award, but people adored him.
With all of these disclaimers out of the way, I’m going to attempt to pass this award on to five other deserving bloggers. Please don’t feel beholden if you don’t want to do anything with it– even if Cary Grant had won an Oscar, he’d probably have just used it as a doorstop.
So here goes:
Miss Snarky Pants: Because I love her, even though she’s tall and thin and gorgeous and smart. So funny she makes me tinkle, and I’m not talking about the lovely sound of my laughter. Also, she bought my book. Hmmm…maybe there should be some sort of special award for that.
Rendezvous with Renee: Because her posts are warm and funny, open and honest. Plus, she flashes her husband in public.
Chime: Because of the way that Phil Canon strings words together and bends them into the most beautiful shapes.
Broadside: Because Caitlin Kelley is prolific, productive, inspirational and funny. A consistently excellent blog for writers and readers.
Kylling Sara: Although she’s moved to a new location, I have to give an award to Sara for this blog. A survivor of horrific childhood abuse, she’s documenting her journey, past and present. A brave and honest soul.
So there you have it. I’m fighting the urge to list about seventeen other deserving blogs, but I’m going to stop now. I’ve got writing to do, and I don’t want this laptop to explode.