Fast forward thirty years or so to today. I still put letters together to make words, and then string those words together to create sentences – but now I'm lucky to be able to weave all those sentences together into something even better: books. (I still draw mostly in stick figures, but that's a different story).
Why? Why do I write middle grade
novels? I didn't start as a middle grade writer; the first book I
wrote was a (completely unreadable, terrible, exhausting, repellent,
atrocious) novel for adults that was and never will be published or
read or even printed out. Why did I start writing books for kids?
The short answer: because middle grade books are awesome. And middle grade readers are awesome.
The longer answer: about nine years
ago I got a job as a teacher-librarian in a K-5 elementary school in
north central Washington. It had been years – decades, maybe –
since I'd read a middle grade book. Of course, once I got the job I
had to jump into reading a whole bunch of middle grade books to, you
know, be competent at
my job.
And, man. Just so much awesome. I'd
forgotten the pure joy of a great middle grade book. The thrill. The
hilarity. The anguish. I sobbed my way (again) through the ending of
The Bridge to Terabithia.
I got goosebumps reading Wait Til Helen Comes.
I stayed up way too late reading Hatchet.
And all that was just re-reading my childhood favorites. I leapt into newer stuff and was stoked to discover how incredible and varied and vibrant the world of middle grade literature had become. Gaiman's The Graveyard Book, Creech's Walk Two Moons, Angleberger's The Strange Case of Origami Yoda, Erskine's Mockingbird, Buckingham's The Dead Boys, Curtis's The Watsons Go To Birmingham...I'll just stop now. The books are just utterly wonderful.
And all that was just re-reading my childhood favorites. I leapt into newer stuff and was stoked to discover how incredible and varied and vibrant the world of middle grade literature had become. Gaiman's The Graveyard Book, Creech's Walk Two Moons, Angleberger's The Strange Case of Origami Yoda, Erskine's Mockingbird, Buckingham's The Dead Boys, Curtis's The Watsons Go To Birmingham...I'll just stop now. The books are just utterly wonderful.
And the readers! No one
loves a book as much as a kid when they find just the right story. No
one gets as excited, as rapt, as heartbroken. It is such a joyous
honor to get to share great books with great kids every day. I'll
never forget a student who told me with tears in her eyes that she
didn't want to read the last Harry Potter
book. When I asked her why, she took a shaky breath, then said with
true mourning in her voice: “Because then it'll be over, Mr. G.”
Totally, kid.
So I started writing middle grade
books. And I've never looked back. Because middle grade is, to me,
just the best. It's a
wonderful world to be a part of. And I truly look forward to
exploring and sharing and connecting with it even more here at Middle
Grade Minded.
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4 comments:
How exciting to have your debut published in just a few short months. It sounds to me like a winner. Very intriguing story line. Best of luck with the launch.
Thanks, Greg! Glad you like the sound of it. Should be a wild few months...
I love MG, too, and I totally agree about kid-readers. Hard to find that love and devotion for books elsewhere. Best of luck on your debut, and congratulations!
Totally, Janet...if only most adults could love books as much as kids do! It's an honor and pleasure to write for them, and a thrill to finally get it in print. Thanks!
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