My first YA novels – all unpublished – were heavy: a guy in jail, a school shooting, a cancer story.
My high school buddies listened politely to my plot summaries. They even read the guy-in-jail book. Then they said this: We think you’re funny. Why don’t you write something fun? Something funny?
That’s friendship code for these stories aren’t working.
So I took a stab at humor. It’s an intimidating writing style. There’s nothing worse than trying to be amusing and falling on your face – and not a ha-ha slapstick fall. An awkward, ugly fall.
People who’ve read The Graham Cracker Plot say it’s funny. Kids laugh when they read it. And a respected publishing house (Roaring Brook) bought it, so there can’t be too many awkward, ugly falls.
The release date is eight months away. My fingers are crossed for middle-grade giggles. Parent chuckles would be a bonus.
I’m not confident enough to blog something like, “How to Write Humor for Middle Grade.”
Someday, perhaps. But not today.