Last night I dreamed that a woman came to see me, to let me know that I was going to win the Newbery Medal. She showed me an amazing review she'd written about my novel and told me she was proud to have voted for me. And it felt real.
Let me break this down for all of you who are not writers.
The Newbery Medal is an award "given to the author of the most distinguished contribution to American literature for children."
It's not usually awarded to mainstream contemporary fiction, which is what I write.
So I have always envisioned receiving a Printz Award, an annual award in the U.S. for a book that "exemplifies literary excellence in young adult literature."
I figure that's a little more attainable. I've never even contemplated a Newbery. It's so out of reach. It's like the zillion dollar lottery ticket that's never going to be in your pocket or the seven figure bidding war when all you wanted was a book deal.
I've made major decisions based on attainability. Like when I chose a writing major over a vocal major, because in the long term, I knew I had a better chance of making money at writing than making it as a rockstar. I've gone for certain jobs based on whether or not I knew I could get them. Don't get me wrong, I aim high, but usually within reach.
When have you aimed high and actually hit the stars?
3 years ago