Despite my previous whining about my persistent inability to win a Pulitzer, I have to admit: That’s not the journalistic prize I covet over all others.

That honor, boys and girls, goes to the Golden Quill, the annual awards presented by the Press Club of Western Pennsylvania. They’re not the most prestigious award I’m eligible to receive, but they are the most frustrating: I’m nominated as a finalist nearly every year, and I have yet to actually win one of the goddamn things.

I do OK with the award stuff; I have a few state-level awards, including 2007 Keystone awarded a couple weeks ago. It’s nice to have the recognition, and the plaques are kind of cool.

But with the Quills, I’m starting to feel a little like Susan Lucci.

That could change tonight. As soon as work is done, I’ll head to the Hilton downtown, have a couple drinks and see what happens. And maybe, just maybe, tonight will be the night.