I write YA fiction.
I work with teenagers, creative teenagers. Teenagers who write. Quirky journalists who spend as much time as I do, wondering “what if.”
Sometimes my quirky journalists experiment with “what if” to see what might happen. That’s when things get ugly.
Take today, for instance.
I was working diligently, trying to get files ready for the second issue of our newspaper. I sit behind a monitor, a really big monitor. Sometimes when I’m involved in a tedious graphics project, I don’t always see what happens on the other side.
How could this possibly have happened right under my nose?
Of course, weird things always happen in our room.
We have ceiling ninjas.
We don’t see them, but we know they’re there. They come down out of the ceiling and attack.
You don’t want to know what happened to the last guy. I think he missed a deadline. The ninjas aren’t happy when one of the staff members misses a deadline.
If the ceiling ninjas don’t get the slackers, the mob will. Nikoli and Olga are harsh. They might just send out reinforcement. You have to watch out for the men in black.
And some of their minions are experts in the martial arts. Her hands, for example, are registered as lethal weapons.
You may not know this, but Room 38 is often referred to as The Asylum. I don’t know why. I guess we just see the world a little differently than do most other folks.
We have signs posted to warn visitors.
Although it may seem a little chaotic on most days, we take our jobs seriously, and we work hard. We’re a team. And we love one another. Most of the time.
Every staff member is a team player, and we specialize in different jobs. Most, however, wear many hats.
Above all, we work hard to develop our investigative skills. We notice even the smallest details. Oh my, it seems one of my staff members swiped my camera at El Manantial’s and took a random picture.
I write YA fiction.
I work with teens—quirky, creative teens.
They are my world.
They are the reason why I write.