When I started writing, I used to fantasize about being interviewed in the media. It seemed like an incredibly glamorous thing to do. Sometimes I would actually interview myself at home, just chat to myself in my kitchen, ask myself questions whilst I was chopping up veggies or washing the dishes. I always asked myself really interesting questions.
Now that I've released two books, I have done quite a few interviews, and let me tell you - it is pretty glamorous. There is nothing that makes you feel quite as important as having a radio or newspaper journo focus fully on you for a period of time. Of course, once the interview is over you just go back to being alone in the kitchen chopping veggies and washing the dishes, but it really is fun while it lasts.
It's amazing when a dream you have finally comes true. For me, publishing books and being interviewed and giving talks and meeting people who have actually read my books is totally a dream come true. I still pinch myself, every single day, that this has happened to me. I can't believe it. I often feel like I am living in a parallel universe as Writer Kerri, and that Other Kerri is still plodding along somewhere in the real world, doing work she doesn't enjoy, feeling pretty ordinary about herself, and being sure she will never amount to anything.
Still, this isn't the first time a dream has come true for me. The first time was way back in 1984, when I won a leading role in a television mini-series. I was a little Jewish girl from the suburbs, and a pretty crap actress at that, and the whole thing was absolutely unbelievable. I spent the entire three months of the shoot pinching myself (and the next three years trying to lose the 12 kilos I gained on set, but that's another story).
The next time it happened was in 1999, when I gave birth to my first child. I held that slippery little boy in my arms, and I could not comprehend that something so magical, so impossibly wonderful, had happened to me. Nearly thirteen years later, I look at my three kids daily and feel exactly the same thing.
And then the most recent time it happened was last Christmas in LA, when I met Simon Baker, and you all know how that turned out.
But there are many dreams that didn't come true. Josh Goldenbum never loved me, despite me loving him passionately from afar for three whole years of my life. I never grew big breasts, despite having fantasized about having them for years before puberty. I never won an Oscar, and I think it's probably too late now. And I didn't actually have sex with Simon Baker, which was more than a little disappointing.
Still, magic can happen in life, and dreams really can come true. But I guess if all of them did, then it wouldn't be as magical.
So what about you? Have any dreams come true for you?