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When writing for teens how do you ‘keep it real’? Do teens even say 'keeping it real’ anymore? Find out in this three-week workshop aimed at writing for a teenaged audience.
When writing for teens how do you ‘keep it real’? Do teens even say 'keeping it real’ anymore? Find out in this three-week workshop aimed at writing for a teenaged audience.

When writing for teens how do you ‘keep it real’? Do teens even say 'keeping it real’ anymore? Find out in this three-week workshop aimed at writing for a teenaged audience.

But as I’ve read more and more contemporary YA, I find myself unconvinced by the constant, consistent refrain of the same ’80s/early ’90s music of the indie rock persuasion. I’ll admit that as a kid, I too grew up with cassette tapes and records by artists that were introduced to me by my parents instead of the radio. Some of those songs have remained my favourites, and led me to other singers and bands over the years. That didn’t mean I was immune to pop music on the radio, or any of the other countless genres out there. Music shifts and changes so often, and mine isn’t the first generation to both be influenced by acts from the past and be interested in looking for as-yet-undiscovered talent.

Knowing that has made me ask: Where are the teens who are unapologetic about the music they love, and the books that don’t use specific bands as the barometer for whether or not we should appreciate a specific character? Don’t get me wrong: there’s nothing bad about liking The Smiths, or bands similar to them. But like many other literary motifs, they don’t and can’t be representative of all teens’ musical tastes. So when a teen character rattles off The Smiths as one of their favourite bands, and it doesn’t actually add to their characterization in any way, I get frustrated.

You think that the world we live in is ordinary. We make noise and static to fill the empty spaces where ghosts live. We let other people grow our food, bleach our clothes. We seal ourselves in, clean the dirt from our skins, eat of animals whose blood does not stain our hands. We long ago left the ways of our ancestors, oracles and blood sacrifice, traffic with the spirit world, listening for the voices out of stones and trees. But maybe sometimes you have felt the uncanny, alone at night in a dark wood, or waiting by the edge of the ocean for the tide to come in. We have paved over the ancient world, but that does not mean we have erased it.
Is this quote from a YA novel or from a classic novel? Test your “YA or Classic?” skills in our quiz. (via bookriot)
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