Not In My School is a weekly feature that throws out one YA lit cliche a week to compare to my own high school days. Because we all know how accurate those fictional nuances are . . .
There appears to be an inordinate amount of parents who are writers in YA lately. And children. And the kids aren’t just your standard ‘I write bad poetry to the tune of Fall Out Boy’ writers but SERIOUS novelists. And the parents are some level of established author. I don’t know if all of these manifestations are authors’ dream worlds or what but while there were a fair share of writers in my high school only a very small handful were something beyond teen angst serious about it. None of the parents were anywhere near published. Read YA novels and authors/writers are EVERYWHERE. As if that’s the number one job in the created world of the books and the number one thing for all involved to aspire to. I wish but it just wasn’t so. At least not for me.