It’s that time of year again.
Tragically-early Halloween decorations on houses, you ask? Christmas
stuff on sale in October at Home Depot, you say?
Well, yes, but that’s not what I’m talking about. It’s elementary
school author visit season for me, and we’re in the peak of it. Reading to and
talking with kids ranks in my top ten favorite things to do of all time.
I recently released the third book in the Sycamore Detective Agency series, and I’m
thrilled about that, as well. Releasing new books ranks in my top six favorite
things to do of all time. I will leave things one through five up to your
imagination, and no, one of them is not putting up holiday decorations of any
kind.
One of the things that makes school visits so enjoyable for
me is the questions the kids ask me about my job. Sure, when I talk to the older
grades, I tend to get some silly, trivial questions like, “How do you develop
good quality characters?”, and “Can you describe your process for outlining a
story?”
Those questions are adorable, so I do my best to answer them
with a kind smile on my face, but let’s be serious – that’s hardly what young aspiring
authors need to know. Thankfully, the kindergarteners always get right to the
meat of the issues.
“Does anyone have any questions for me about being an
author?”
“How old are you?”
“Can you read us another book?”
“You’re bald.”
“Could a jackal eat a person? How about a cardboard person?
An alien? A ghost?"
“How tall are you?”
“Why are there so many words?”
“Do you know my dad?”
“How did you make the words?”
[pointing to the class library shelves] “Did you write all
those books?”
“You have lots of fillings in your teeth.”
“My grandma has those same shoes, but in black.”
“How do you make the words different colors?”
“How do the pages stay in the book?”
“My dad’s name is Mark.”
These are the hard-hitting literary issues that need to be
addressed. These are the crucial questions that every budding author should be
asking.
My recent personal favorite was in a kindergarten class last
week. A little girl in the front row sat pensively for a few seconds after I
called on her, then the burning question she had been waiting to ask an author all
her life popped into her head.
“Where do you get dressed?”
For a split second, I thought she might be roasting me, and
she was going to come right back with, “In the dark?”
She didn’t though. She just gazed up at me and smiled, proud
of her insightful literary question.
“In my room,” I responded.
Her eyes went wide. “Wow! Me too!” she gasped.
Well, there you go, sweetheart. You’re practically an author
already.
See you soon,
-Smidge
Copyright © 2017 Marc Schmatjen
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