Have you ever learned something that was so obvious, so very simple, that you were embarrassed that you'd learned it? Embarrassed that it'd taken you this long to learn it?
I just did. I figured it out last week in one of those a-ha! moments. I woulda blogged about it, but I felt so foolish. I'm not sure why I'm going to blog about it now, except that if I don't remind myself, I'm going to forget. And I'm here to learn, right?
If you want to find an answer, you have to ask a question.
Shush! Are you rolling your eyes yet? Well, I said I was embarrassed! But until I figured that out, I'd been wandering around thinking I can't figure out this plot problem and I don't understand how to take my stuff to the next level.
Surprisingly enough, as soon as I turned those statements on their head and rephrased them as questions, I started being able to answer them!
It got me to thinking, though. In all my schooling, I was only ever told to ask a question during science projects and thesis papers. Which puts me down to about ten questions I asked (aside from the random, little ones) in my whole educational career.
Maybe, instead of assigning a student to answer twenty questions as homework, we should have students come up with twenty questions as the homework. The answering is usually easy, once you've asked the question. And learning how to ask questions is much more important than I was ever led to believe.
My question for the day? How do you, as an author, pull critical readers out of their analytical approach and send them racing through your book as entertained and engrossed readers?