“So, we have a real live author for you guys.”
Those were the words (or a statement that was something along those lines anyway) that my editor said when she introduced me before an audience of high school juniors and seniors at the continuation school she volunteers at. About a month ago, she had the students enrolled in the drama class put on a stage adaptation (with my permission, of course) of one of the chapters from A Moment’s Worth. I was there in attendance, only to follow up afterwards by partaking in a three-minute Q&A session.
It’s that statement that gets to me, and maybe it even got to some of the students as well; that I was identified as an author, a real live author. For me, that’s a weird thing to process. The title of “author” has always sounded really pro to me; like a title given to those who are high up on a non-existing caste system. Not to mention that while the title is often used for those who produce written content- in particular books- the general definition of an author is anyone who is the maker/creator/originator of anything. Continue reading “Thoughts About Identifying As An Author”