But not in that sense. When I published my first book, I brought it to school with me so I could show some of my friends there what it looked like. My students saw it and then proceed to bombard me with a thousand questions. They were a little upset when I told them they couldn’t read it because it was an adult book. So naturally, I promised them that I would try and do one later on. You’d think that would be the end of that but oh no! From the first day until now, those little buggers have not stopped pestering me to write them a book that they could read. They have even spread the word to the rest of their year and to their younger siblings. Oh dear lord, what have I gotten myself into.
I guess the only thing I can do is start to work on something for them. Maybe if I tell them that I’m working on it, they’ll leave me alone…nah.