How else to explain the Wine Curmudgeon as a finalist for a 2013 Wine Blogger Award — as one of the five nominated for best industry blog? Best industry blog? For a blog written by someone who has spent his entire wine writing career fighting the man. Opposing the power. Upping the people. Trying desperately to make wine simpler and easier for the ordinary consumer, and pushing the boulder uphill in the face of an industry that could care less.
I can only think of two things that might explain this: First, the wine industry, in an attempt to co-opt the opposition, has clasped me to its bosom. This would make sense, assuming the wine industry cared one way or the other about what I write. Second, that the nominating judges made a mistake. Which, given my dour Midwestern outlook on life, is probably what happened. No doubt, someone will shortly call me and apologize and say better luck next year.
Until then, I'm going to enjoy this, odd category or no. Because I am grateful. Happy, too. Ecstatic, even. Thank you, nominating judges. Because I sit at my desk and type five of these things a week and wring my hands and gnash my teeth and wonder if anyone reads them and if they do, does it matter? And how can I get people who aren't really wine drinkers to read the blog and what kinds of posts would they like to see? And how am I going to make any money off of this and will I ever finish the book, and dammit, I need a post for next Thursday.
And, of course, I will be most shamelessly promoting my nomination in hopes of winning the award. So go here and vote for me. Voting ends May 24, so don't waste any time.