I spent a couple of hours last night answering questions from a high school creative writing class in Vermont. (I'm afraid I'm getting way too comfortable talking about myself. Happy to do it, even.) This morning when I tried to go back to the program/site/whatever you want to call it where we were doing all this, I was told the page couldn't be displayed. The situation has remained the same for about two hours.
Do you suppose I offended someone? Me? Did someone have second thoughts about inviting me to respond to these students when I told them about my terrible work habits and how long it takes me to write a book?
I hadn't even gotten to the questions that would have led me to talk about the dreadful state of publishing and how all those kids really ought to make sure they have another job.
UPDATE: Evidently Kate (see comments) was right. I was able to get where I needed to go by nine, and I've finished passing on all my knowledge to the impressionable young. I'm sure those poor kids are going to think that I just drone on and on. The thing is...I could have said more. I was actually reining myself in.