M.T. Anderson, my latest YA writer inspiration. I love this especially:
It sometimes strikes me that there is only one taboo left in young adult literature. By and large, no one complains any more when we write about drugs or sex. We can write about masturbation; terminal illness; the horrors of war; illegal organ transplants; matricide; the chilly delights of necrophilia; scenes of locker-room bukkake – none of this raises an eyebrow. No, the one thing which still causes people pause – the final hurdle – the last frontier – the one element which still gets a few adult readers up in arms about whether a book is appropriate for kids– is intelligence. Some adults still balk at the assumption that our readers, the teenagers of this country, are smart, and curious, and get a kick out of knowing things.
One of the great things about writing YA today is that this is changing.
"You wouldn’t berate them for writing badly, or tell them to stop writing, or tell them what they’re doing isn’t worth it because they’re never going be good anyway. Or tell them that there’s no point. Or tell them that it’s too hard for them so they might as well give up now. Or tell them that nobody wants to read what they’re writing and probably never will. Or tell them they suck.
Whoaa. Dude, where did all the depressing just come from? Who would ever consider telling those things to one of their closest friends in the world?
… One question: have you ever told any those things to yourself?”
So if you are a Divergent kind of blog or blog about things involving Divergent or are just a fan, reblog this or like this or just CONTACT ME. Because. I need more of it on my blog, though there is very little of this book on Tumblr as far as I can currently tell. I don’t even know what Divergent fans call themselves… I will have to find out.
“Read, read, read. Read everything—trash, classics, good and bad, and see how they do it. Just like a carpenter who works as an apprentice and studies the master. Read! You’ll absorb it. Then write. If it is good, you’ll find out. If it’s not, throw it out the window.”—