Silly me. I thought my expat epic At The Seashore with Medea nicknamed Big Fat, as in "Greek divorce" would be lauded, if anything. I mean, just lookit all those gratuitous classical references! And the editor compared me to Henry friggin' Miller.
My ego was the size of a Balkan empire ... and just as easily deflated.
But all's well that ends well. Because the story's anthology, Greece, A Love Story, just jabbed back with Best Travel Book for Planet Earth 2008. Rather than split the $100 prize into doppio cappuccinos for all involved, we donated it to Women For Women International.
I, um, bought dive gear with mine.