Long-distance author visits

Avi Skype visitThe first time I visited with my readers in schools was in 1970. I actually can remember that time in Roosevelt, New Jersey. My first book had just come out, Things that Sometimes Happen.

Since then I’ve visited hundreds of schools. While I still do such visits from time to time (a bunch last week) and enjoy them greatly, more often I’ve been doing Skype visits. Not the smallest reason for these electronic visits has to do with money and time. It’s expensive to bring and pay an author to visit, and these days’ schools don’t have a lot of money for such events. Moreover, even a one-day visit morphs into a three-day stint when you include the travel. In contrast, a Skype visit costs very little, and no travel time is involved. Indeed, I can go to places I never could go, such as a one-room school house (three students!) on an island off the coast of Alaska, a small mining community in Idaho, or a school in Honduras.

But what really makes a Skype visit work is the class-room teacher. Teachers who set these up are enthusiastic, focused, and eager to get their students—all students—involved. Yes, there are things to learn, the basic technology, working with a video camera, dealing with technical glitches (which now and again occur). 

At their best, these visits are relaxed, fun for students and fun for me. But now you’ll have to excuse me. I have to speak to some readers in Mississippi.

A singular connection

The Secret SchoolLast week, when at a conference at Shenandoah University, I was asked to sign a copy of The Secret School. First, however, I was told a story. The book belonged to a girl, and her father, a US soldier in Afghanistan, had taken a copy with him. Via Skype, he read the book to his daughter, chapter by chapter from afar. I was touched by this account, not least by the notion that this man chose to take a book along to read to his child, when surely he is limited by what he can carry. There are all kinds of honors given to authors, and I have had my share of them, but this was a singular one. Sometimes, in the world of children’s’ books, we forget that one of the most vital things we writers do is facilitate connections, not merely between author and reader, but between parent and child, teacher and child, grandparent and child . .  . And so forth. What is worth celebrating is not the author. Truly, it’s about those connections. We should never forget that.