To close my keynote, I decided to share some personal artwork with the teens as a graphic interpretation of what it feels like to be an author. I think the art speaks for itself.
(A kid raised his hand and said, "Do you know he doesn't have a neck?"
I screamed, "OH NO! Well, I didn't take many anatomy classes in college. Or many art classes.")
And that, my friends, is why I get paid the big bucks. Or no bucks. Whichever.
Don't all line up at once to ask me to come speak at your writing conferences.