Anyone who has attempted to forge a career as a writer will understand this Hope I describe. Piles of rejection letters from publishers, harsh critiques, and months (or years) of hard work for naught is the life of the struggling writer. So when recognition for our work occurs, it acts as CPR, filling our dulled and deflated hope with buoyancy. Here's what my Hope looks like today:
Yes. My Hope has just received some much needed CPR. Today I learned I was named a 2011 Blogher Voice of the Year in the Life category for my post My Sister is Velma Dinkley. It is enough to sustain me through a mountain of rejection letters!
Here's the link for the award: http://www.blogher.com/announcing-2011-blogher-voices-year
Pop on over to read some excellent posts by the other Honorees.