I think the reason I don’t care for awards and contests is because my mother, a concert pianist before she met my father, hated them. She’d been told by male professors that she didn’t have the (male) hands to be a real success, and she believed contests were subjective and subject to whim. So I don’t care for them and don’t enter them. I have an Emmy, but I plan to die without ever starting my bio as “Emmy winner Mark McNease” or “Award winning author.” What the f**k difference does it make if I won an award 12 years ago? To paraphrase Steely Dan, “The things we think are precious, I don’t understand.”

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