I just came back from Washington, D.C. It wasn't so much that I went there to "accept" my 2006 IPPY award. It was more like I went there for a party. It was a good party, actually: the food was excellent (sushi, thai noodles, delicious fish cakes, etc.) and the live band was awesome. Unfortunately, I didn't know anyone there and my publisher and I missed each other. There were probably, at one time or another, over 300 people there.
Was it worth the long drive? Probably not. But hey, at least I went and now I could say, hey, I went. It was a fun trip. And even though life goes on before and after the "award," it's still nice to be recognized, and I should be proud. The good thing is, I realize I didn't and I won't let it get to my head. I think being my age really grounds me. Sure, it's a validation, but I am not going to let it define who I am and what I write in the future.
I'm also done with the first series of book signings. Whew! What a relief. It's not that I don't like signings. But I really would love to get this marketing stuff over with (for now) so I can focus on my writing again. I have stories to tell, darnit.
I'll probably have more signings in the summer and fall, but for now, I need a rest.