Friday, July 22, 2011
Go to the Principal's office!
Okay, so apparently hassling my sister into writing a novel with me has given her some crazy ideas about asking for favours in return. Quid pro quo, bitch, she may have been thinking. Or maybe not. She’s generally a less nasty person than I am. Anyhoo, Kath and another friend, both of them high school English teachers, had the great idea that while I’m on leave I should go in and talk to their classes about writing.
After I’d stopped laughing, I realised they were serious. And I am a little freaked out. While I’m always happy to discuss writing with people, I’m not sure I’m even remotely qualified to instruct. And while I’m sure it would be an absolute pleasure to talk to the students who are interested, what about the rest of the class? You know, the ninety-five percent of them who'd rather be doing something else?
I can’t talk to your class, Kath, I said, desperately looking for an escape clause, what if they ask me what I’ve written?
You don’t have to talk about that book, she said, referring to my definitely-for-adults-only venture. You can talk about the writing process, and about working towards publication.
It’s a short story unit, I countered, I don’t do short stories.
You’re more qualified to talk about writing than I am, she said.
Not anymore, I pointed out to my co-author, but she wasn’t buying it.
So I think I might have accidentally agreed to go and talk to some high school kids about writing. Unless I admit the truth: I haven’t given a talk to a group since uni, and it scares the bejesus out of me.
But, since I’m currently attempting YA, how stupid would it be not to take the chance to get some feedback from the target group? Hello potential new beta readers!
Crap. I think I might actually do this.