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I Can Has Award Show?

Finally, it’s time to give out the Proximidade Award, according to the rules I agreed to when I accepted it from Mike at Everything Under the Sun.  First, as a reminder, here are the rules and description of the award:

Proximidade Award

“This blog invests and believes the PROXIMITY – nearness in space, time and relationships! These blogs are exceedingly charming. These kind bloggers aim to find and be friends. They are not interested in prizes of self-aggrandizement. Our hope is that when the ribbons of these prizes are cut, even more friendships are propagated. Please give more attention to these writers! Deliver this award to eight bloggers who must choose eight more and include this cleverly-written text into the body of their award.”

I don’t really have any idea what this means, so I’m going to give this award out to eight bloggers I like, whether I know them or not, regardless of physical proximity or interest in prizes of self-aggrandizement.  There are many I could choose from, and these are some tough choices.  You were all under consideration, but the winners are:

Novelist blogs:  Amy at The Purple Patch, GypsyScarlett at her epynominous Weblog, Jenifer at Scribbling; C.E. Grayson at C.E. Grayson; Ralfast at Neither Here Nor There; J.C. Montgomery at Loose Leafs from a Commonplace.  Good people, good writers, and we’re all going through the same thing.  Maybe we’re at different stages and going at different paces, but it’s good to have company on the road.  Freshhell at Life in Scribbletown is on the same journey, but writes more often about Dusty and Red; I was stunned to find those weren’t their real names.  I just thought Freshhell liked Westerns.

Finally, of course, there’s Harriet at Spynotes, who I’ve known for going on 20 years, sang at my wedding, very thoughtfully had a son just six weeks after the Siren and I had Unfocused Girl so she’d have a friend, and was the first person I knew in real life whose blog I stumbled across by accident. Alone of this group, Harriet isn’t writing fiction (I think); instead, she’s writing her dissertation.

Eight winners, all sweating over words on a screen. Congratulations. The award is supposed to be about proximity, but since I’m giving it away, I get to decide what that means.  Proximity means closeness, and rather than limit myself to spatial proximity, I focused on a broader meaning, because really, we’re all in pretty much the same place.

Also, you’re all exceedingly charming. Like me.