And the Oscar goes to . . .

I stayed up until the wee hours to watch the Oscars. You have to understand, that was some two hours past my bedtime, but I’m a sucker for the gowns. Wasn’t Penelope Cruz’s gown stunning? Okay, wait. Where was I going with that? Oh yeah – books!

This year’s Oscars featured several best picture nominations, as well as some best actor nominations, for books adapted to the screen. As I sat through the montages and other time-fillers (honestly, the show could be an hour shorter if they just gave away the awards), I wondered what it must feel like to have your book, your baby, not only made in to a film, but made into an Oscar-nominated film. Talk about happy dancing.

Take Kathryn Stockett’s The Help. During the five years Stockett searched for an agent, the book received some 60 rejections. Look at her baby now. She must be so proud, and perhaps a little smug, when she thinks about all those rejections.

But it also has to be difficult to sit back and watch someone else put their spin, their mark, on your story. What happens when their vision doesn’t match yours, or worse, clashes it? And how would it feel to have that movie, adapted from your story, panned by the critics? Yikes!

I don’t know about you, but I’d be willing to take the risk if it meant seeing my characters come to life on the screen.