Last week, my good friend Caroline Starr Rose sold her debut MG novel. This, coupled with Beth Revis's wonderful news, got me thinking about how great it is to be able to be happy for other's successes.
In high school I sang in a really good choir. I love to sing and in many ways it was a wonderful experience, but it was also kind of awful. The kids were cutthroat. Auditions for solos were tough, feelings were always hurt, and mean-girl (and boy) backbiting was constant. Everyone wanted to be the best and when someone got the solo, everyone else hated that person.
It wasn't a very nurturing environment.
The writing community hasn't been like this at all--at least for me. Every time a writer friend has achieved a goal, I've been genuinely thrilled for them. I don't know why this is exactly. I get jealous of people all the time--mostly people who have perfect hair and makeup everyday, have immaculate houses, and always have well behaved children--I hate people like that. But I haven't had a moment of real jealousy over a writer friend's triumph.
Maybe it's because I appreciate the work that goes into writing a novel. It's hard. When a person sells a book, I know they've probably worked for years to make this dream come true.
Caroline is one of these people. She's worked hard. Her work is brilliant, and she totally deserves this victory. When she emailed me Friday to tell me her book sold I jumped and squeed and felt true joy in her success.
How about you? Is it easier to feel happy for other writers' successes than it is to feel happy for your neighbor who got a promotion and bought a new car? Does knowing what's gone into getting a book deal make it easier to be delighted when someone else reaches that milestone?
Head on over to Caroline's blog to share congratulations!
I'll probably still be out on blog vacation for a few more weeks, but I am going to try to get around to a few of your blogs and see what's happening with you.