I was a guest speaker for a high school writing club yesterday. This wasn't my first time visiting a school to talk about writing, but it was the first time for a group made up exclusively of kids who wanted to be writers.
And I was impressed by the questions they asked, and how serious they were about working to improve their writing. But there were two girls in particular. I can't tell you how old they were. They were sisters, small and conservatively dressed, so it would have been easy to mistake them for a good deal younger in another setting; even so, I'm guessing the older sister was not more than sixteen.
They stayed after the meeting was over to ask me some questions. I asked them how many thousand words they each thought they had written so far, counting revisions.
"Well," said the older girl, "I did write a story a while ago that was 80,000 words. But the story I'm working on now is 400,000."
"I haven't written as much," said the other sister. "I think about 250,000 words."
Now that strikes me as dedication. I certainly hadn't written anything like that much at that age. Even allowing for the fact that it's easier now when every home has a home computer, and I was laboriously banging out my deathless prose on a cheap manual typewriter -- still, they're a long, long way past the point that I was at in high school. In fact, I was well into my thirties before I had produced that many words.
And I was impressed by the questions they asked, and how serious they were about working to improve their writing. But there were two girls in particular. I can't tell you how old they were. They were sisters, small and conservatively dressed, so it would have been easy to mistake them for a good deal younger in another setting; even so, I'm guessing the older sister was not more than sixteen.
They stayed after the meeting was over to ask me some questions. I asked them how many thousand words they each thought they had written so far, counting revisions.
"Well," said the older girl, "I did write a story a while ago that was 80,000 words. But the story I'm working on now is 400,000."
"I haven't written as much," said the other sister. "I think about 250,000 words."
Now that strikes me as dedication. I certainly hadn't written anything like that much at that age. Even allowing for the fact that it's easier now when every home has a home computer, and I was laboriously banging out my deathless prose on a cheap manual typewriter -- still, they're a long, long way past the point that I was at in high school. In fact, I was well into my thirties before I had produced that many words.