I’ve put off this post because, well, I was overwhelmed, I guess. When bad things happen, your mind gets sad and your body gets in on the act and makes the rest of you feel terrible and aching and sore in the heart. But when really great things happen, it seems like the body sometimes gets confused and throws all the brain chemicals at it like too many medicine for a mystery illness. I’ve had really great things happen lately, so I waited until I normal (for me) to post this.
Good thing #1: I signed a 2-book contract for The Black Bird of the Gallows and The Beekeeper to Entangled TEEN. I don’t have a release date yet, but it’ll be either Fall 2017 or Winter 2018 for the first book. Print and e-book will release simultaneously and I can’t wait to hold that baby in my hands! I will write more about this later on!
Good thing #2: I won the RWA Golden Heart© award for young adult last month. It was A Big Deal. First, it’s an honor to final. Seven finalists, all so very talented and wonderful, and after all the rejection I’ve steeled myself to, the idea of actually winning anything felt too remote to be a possible reality. I didn’t have a speech to deliver (yes, you have to give a little speech, and there were 2K people in this ballroom). My shoes were ditched under the table somewhere. The nominees were announced and then, they called my name. My book had won! I had to cram my (suddenly) sweaty feet into heels and go up there on a stage with a podium and a jumbotron and some seriously bright lights and say something coherent, all the while feeling like I was going to pass out. It was all very, very terrifying. I was told I did good.
All this made me think about how unpredictable life can be. I had spent so much time building callouses to the negative, so I wouldn’t be too hurt by the “no’s” that kept coming, I hadn’t dabbled in the hope of a positive outcome. True, I had zero nerves going into the awards ceremony, but I was also unprepared. I forgot to thank my parents, for example, who definitely deserve thanks, or acknowledge my sweet little daughter, who doesn’t deserve thanks, per se (I’d be writing much more if not for play dates and Candy Land and misplaced lollipops), but my love for her inspires my life, and therefore my writing. My big takeaway was this: Balance. Consider the positive. Don’t assume the negative. Be prepared for either. Something to think about when good things just might happen.