metabolising disappointment – and some rosemary sea salt

A couple of years ago, I was interviewing an author for a magazine article when I asked him how he felt about being passed over for literary awards. It was a fair question and one my editor had suggested I ask. But it was also a tough question. Awards are so controversial. A bit of a popularity contest with strange rules and sometimes strange juries. And often with strange results. Of course, I already knew that he must have felt awful. But that’s not what he said. What he did say, stuck with me:

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