Georgia Writers Association - Georgia Author of The Year Awards (GAYA)

Georgia Author of The Year Awards (GAYA)

GWA recognizes Georgia's authors of excellence by presenting the Georgia Author of the Year Awards (GAYA).

The purpose of GAYA is similar to that of GWA itself: to recognize and acknowledge Georgia's wealth of outstanding writers and to acquaint them with the public and one another, thus continuing the literary heritage. GWA was established in 1964 by the founders of the Dixie Council of Authors and Journalists. In 1984, that organization became the Council of Authors and Journalists (CAJ). Ten years later in 1994, the CAJ had diminished, having lost its drive and its leadership. Five months after GWA was created, responsibility for GAYA was accepted as an integral part. GAYA has the distinction of being the oldest literary awards in the Southeastern United States while reflecting the current publishing world.

GAYA is unique in that independently published authors and those whose books have been published by traditional publishers are both recognized since every author's work deserves an opportunity to stand against the works of other authors. The writing of a book, any book, requires not only a certain degree of talent but also commitment and focus. In these days of deteriorating language skills and independent publishing, it is hoped that independently published authors will give greater regard to both the art and the skill required to produce works of lasting value and to pay serious attention to the editing process.

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