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Today, in about an hour and fifteen minutes, I'm going to be teaching "More than Just the Zombie Apocalypse: Writing SF/F" to 17 15-17 year olds at the Loft as part of their Teen Summer Workshop series.
I'll be teaching there this whole week, Monday through Friday, from 10:45 am to 12:15 pm.
I have to admit that, though I've taught countless adult classes and cartooning for very young children, this will be only my second time in front of young adults/teenagers. The first was an auditorium lecture/workshop that was part of another Young Adult Writers' Conference through the Loft. It was that workshop, actually, that led to this gig. I had 40 students show up to that! So, the Loft figured that maybe there was interest in SF/F, and apparently, my evaluations didn't suck, so they offered me a chance to propose a couple of classes. I'm teaching this one, and, if I get enough people signed up, another one in two weeks about writing fanfic.
I have no idea if it's auspicious or not that today is Ichigo Kurosaki's birthday, my favorite animated 15-17 year old.
For those of you who don't know me terribly well, I love to teach. I'm not an especially good lecturer, since my mind rambles as much as my 'talking points,' but I ADORE structured conversations, dialogues and debates. This why, IMHO, I tend to have really positive feedback when students experience me "live," and why, I'd guess, my on-line courses haven't really been as popular. On-line, I do much better one-on-one. My blog posts aren't nearly as charming as I can be bubbling/bumbling around in person, you know? Bumbling blog posts tend to look like the rantings of an insane woman (which is why I tend to not to like to do them for publicity, because I think sometimes I do more harm than good when I try to make a point. Whereas, in person, I get to it eventually. If not, we can all laugh about it, you know?)
So I'm nervous, but looking forward to that.
In other news, today is also Mason's first day of after-school fencing class! He also has it for a week. I loved fencing when I did it in college. Of course, that might have been helped along by the fact that I, like so, so many girls in the class, along with, I'm sure, a few of the boys, had a HUGE rush on the fencing instructor. He was a Spanish-American hottie named Ro, something or other, and he managed to look smokin' in the goofy whites, and, you know, it might have been competence porn for me because Ro was an Olympic medalist. So he knew his sh*t. Mason, however, is in it for the slashing and parrying and the clashing of STEEL! En garde! Have at ye! I hope he has a blast.
I'll be teaching there this whole week, Monday through Friday, from 10:45 am to 12:15 pm.
I have to admit that, though I've taught countless adult classes and cartooning for very young children, this will be only my second time in front of young adults/teenagers. The first was an auditorium lecture/workshop that was part of another Young Adult Writers' Conference through the Loft. It was that workshop, actually, that led to this gig. I had 40 students show up to that! So, the Loft figured that maybe there was interest in SF/F, and apparently, my evaluations didn't suck, so they offered me a chance to propose a couple of classes. I'm teaching this one, and, if I get enough people signed up, another one in two weeks about writing fanfic.
I have no idea if it's auspicious or not that today is Ichigo Kurosaki's birthday, my favorite animated 15-17 year old.
For those of you who don't know me terribly well, I love to teach. I'm not an especially good lecturer, since my mind rambles as much as my 'talking points,' but I ADORE structured conversations, dialogues and debates. This why, IMHO, I tend to have really positive feedback when students experience me "live," and why, I'd guess, my on-line courses haven't really been as popular. On-line, I do much better one-on-one. My blog posts aren't nearly as charming as I can be bubbling/bumbling around in person, you know? Bumbling blog posts tend to look like the rantings of an insane woman (which is why I tend to not to like to do them for publicity, because I think sometimes I do more harm than good when I try to make a point. Whereas, in person, I get to it eventually. If not, we can all laugh about it, you know?)
So I'm nervous, but looking forward to that.
In other news, today is also Mason's first day of after-school fencing class! He also has it for a week. I loved fencing when I did it in college. Of course, that might have been helped along by the fact that I, like so, so many girls in the class, along with, I'm sure, a few of the boys, had a HUGE rush on the fencing instructor. He was a Spanish-American hottie named Ro, something or other, and he managed to look smokin' in the goofy whites, and, you know, it might have been competence porn for me because Ro was an Olympic medalist. So he knew his sh*t. Mason, however, is in it for the slashing and parrying and the clashing of STEEL! En garde! Have at ye! I hope he has a blast.
