Today I applied for the
SCBWI's
Kimberly Colen Grant, with only a few days to spare before the deadline. I spent about two and a half hours last night composing my 250-word letter, which tells you how
frighteningly anal-retentive determined I am to give this thing my best shot.
If I'm chosen for the grant -- although I'm trying not to get my hopes up too much, as I hear rumors that the committee doesn't care much for fantasy, and I know there's bound to be hundreds of other applicants -- then I get $2,500 and an all-expenses-paid trip to New York in February to attend the SCBWI Annual Winter Conference, where Susan Cooper is the keynote speaker [insert SQUEE here].
And if I'm not chosen, well, then, there's always next year...