But they do not thinketh well.
Yes, I was aced out for Author of the Year. Yet again.
So, why am I smiling? I'll tell you why. I'm pleased because my readers are smarter than a certain Author of the Year's readers. A lot smarter.
As tout le monde now knows, the Supremes - in an inexplicable decision, an inexcusable decision - voted 5-4 along party lines to allow the Big Clit election to proceed. Just as if there weren't a contagion ravaging the world.
My loyal guys were torn between supporting their beloved author and risking their lives in the voting booth. The savviest ones fled the polls like they were racing for the last steamship out of Krakatoa.
So while SOL bent me over the back of the couch for my annual molestation, this time around I didn't mind that someone else won. Nope, not at all.
(Not that I pay the slightest attention to reader scores.)
Paige