25th Annual CIPA/EVVY Awards



I am proud to announce that Scenes from the Carnival Lounge received First Place  (Horror Category) in the 25th Annual CIPA/EVVY Awards! There were nearly 420 entries in this year's competition (although, not all in Horror). I am thrilled to be recognized by the Colorado Independent Publishers Association (especially given how stiff the competition was).


The CIPA EVVYs is one of the longest-running book award competitions on the Indie publishing scene, running for nearly 26 years. The annual contest is sponsored by the Colorado Independent Publishers Association (CIPA), along with the CIPA Education and Literacy Foundation (ELF). The CIPA EVVYs receive entries from all over the world, including England, Belgium, South Africa, Russia and Dubai.

The judging is tough—the way a book competition should be. Judges are selected through CIPA’s judging qualification process and include teachers, business leaders, authors, critics, editors, readers and others. Our judges know books.

CIPA EVVY entries are reviewed and scored according to established minimum criteria. Awards in each category are based on highest scores, however, in order to be eligible for 1st place, 2nd place, 3rd place, or merit award, each book must receive the minimum scoring requirements set for each award level.

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