I’m not a big accolades sort of guy.
What I mean is, honors don’t mean very much to me. You write because you love to write, and because it’s a thrilling way to pay the bills, and it brings you close to fascinating people. But accolades? Writing accolades? I rarely care.
And yet …
Earlier today’s Publisher’s Weekly released its Best Books of 2018 list. And, against all odds, “Football for a Buck: The Crazy Rise and Crazier Demise of the USFL,” made the Top 10 for nonfiction. It’s the first time something like this has happened to me, and it’s incredibly meaningful.
Why? Mainly because no one believed in this project. Not publishers, not agents. It was a book that needed not be written, according to pretty much everyone.
So, hey.
I’m thrilled.
