I was up for a prize yesterday and I didn’t win. Who won doesn’t matter (you can find them here). And here is what the jury said about my work:
While we were inside during the gala, it snowed. A lot. A full on snow storm. It is November 11th and I felt that a snowstorm of such magnitude was not something warranted on such a date. Look, I live in Montreal and it’s not unheard of but it still feels wrong and tricky, the underpinnings of a conspiracy.
We found a car and drove close to home and went to Chez Claudette and I enjoyed a burger and poutine. And then we walked home, blinded and drenched by the wind and wet snow, and I stripped off my clothes and went to bed. And that was the awards night.