I was moving through a crowded hallway at the local middle school when an itty-bitty girl stopped me. I had to lean in to hear her as she came to just above my waist. A petite sixth-grader who could have passed for a fourth-grader.
She had been in one of the classes I spoke to earlier. I was there talking about the writer’s life. Career Day, you see. Come tell our students what you do.
So I did. Took in copies of all my books, read from a couple of them, talked about the tools a writer needs: listen, pay attention, read, read, read.