I owe thanks to everyone at James Lorimer & Company for making this book happen, most especially my editor, Carrie Gleason, for her encouragement, insight, hard work, and all-around wonderful temperament. Humour can be a hard sell, and to find an editor who so loved my quirky characters and goofy situations meant the world to me.
I heard someone once say (I forget who, but I suspect it was an editor or publisher), “It’s your manuscript, but it’s not your book. Not just yours, anyway.” So true. Awards go to writers (as they should – no argument there), but there are MANY other people involved in the evolution from promising manuscript to award-winning book – editors, copy-editors, designers, marketers, publishers, granting bodies, supportive literary communities – without whom awards would never be won. So thank you.
The QWF puts on a great party to celebrate English literature in Quebec. It’s a moving experience, attending the Gala and hearing authors speak about how much support they receive from each other. It makes me want to move to Montreal. (And that’s hardly the top attraction.)
And that’s it from me this week. Ernest has dragged my award off to the living room, with a jaunt in his step as if he’d caught a goose, so I really must go now before he gnaws my name off the engraving.