Today I talked for an hour to a grade 12 writers arts class in Toronto. I was invited by the teacher of the daughter of a friend of my sister’s. (How’s that for a complicated relationship.)
It was really great and inspiring (for me), and I hope, most of all, that I didn’t completely discourage them from seriously pursuing writing… Because I told the truth–mostly–about publishing.
Looking back at myself at that age, I would have loved to meet a published author and ask questions. But since I didn’t have the guts to try writing as a career back then, hearing the truth about how difficult it is to earn a living as an author probably would have just reinforced what I’d already decided. To do something else…
But still, I really hope that I didn’t say anything today to discourage these budding young writers.
It took me a lot of years to discover (or admit to) who I really am. Here’s hoping the kids I meet today get there sooner.