Yesterday I spoke to a school class about being an author. I’ve long dreamed of doing this.
I loved it. The teacher gave me up to an hour, I hoped I could fill 30 minutes, and I ended up running out of time. The kids actually seemed to be enjoying it…asking questions…looking engaged…
I’d do that again in a cold flat minute.
And then, today the teacher asked my permission to read my novel aloud to the class as soon as they’re done with the one they’re on. She’s read it and has been one of my first “fans.”
Whuuut? She’s going to READ MY WHOLE BOOK aloud to the class? I almost started crying.
And this picture? Oh, it’s Scotland, and that’s another dream. For another day.