I told my students that I’m writing a book.
I don’t remember how it all came out, but after I told one group of kids, they told others, so that now most of the seventh and eighth graders at my school know about it. I get some interesting questions.
“Are you going to have it published?” they ask.
“I hope so,” I say, “but it’s not finished yet, so I don’t know.”
“Can’t you line up a publisher now?”
“No. I’m not J.K. Rowling or John Green. I can’t line up a publisher without having the book finished.”
Another question I get often is, “Will you finish the book by the end of this year?”
My reply is always, “I’ll be happy if I finish the book by the time you graduate from high school.”
One seventh grader asked me, “Are you going to use a pen name?”
I said, “Well, the book isn’t finished yet, so I’m not even thinking about that.”
“A pen name is cool,” he insisted. “I haven’t written anything yet, but I have a pen name.” (At least he’s got his priorities in order.)
In a sense, I suppose it’s encouragement.
In another sense, they may just be trying to get me off-topic.