I had never heard of Judy Mays until Wednesday. That’s when, out of the blue, her name was all over Twitter. Every other tweet was about Mays, author of erotic romance novels featuring supernatural elements. It seems Judy Mays is really Judy Buranich, a high school English teacher. A few parents disovered this fact and rasied a ruckus that someone who wrote about sex on the side was teaching their children.
This, sadly, did not surprise me.
What shocked me, however, was when I clicked on a news story about the kerfuffle and saw it was taking place in my former back yard. Snyder County, Pennsylvania, to be exact. Just two counties away from where I grew up.
It was disheartening, to say the least. I wanted to believe that people in my home state were more open-minded than this. That they understood the concept of freedom of speech. That they realized someone who wrote fiction didn’t necessarily want their made-up stories to be real.
I was wrong. Here are some quotes from concerned parents and students:
“I was shocked. If you are a teacher you shouldn’t be doing that.” — Shanette Apple, former student
“I was sort of shocked. Sitting in her class I had no idea. She is a good teacher, but I had no idea what was going on behind the scenes.” — Drew Hollenbach, former student
“She is teaching children that are under the age of 18, and definitely the books that she is writing are adult books.” — Deanna Stepp, concerned parent
These quotes say a lot. They tell me that no one in Judy Buranich’s classroom knew about her side gig. She kept it separate, which of course is how it should be. It’s also clear that she’s good at her job. (Hence the “She is a good teacher” quote.)
But the quotes also make it clear these people think that because Judy Mays write about sex with werewolves, for example, it means she wants to have sex with a werewolf in real life. Maybe an underage werewolf. Maybe even (gasp!) a werewolf in her classroom!
Perhaps they’re right. Maybe Ms. Buranich/Mays does wants to be sexually ravaged by a 17-year-old half-man/half-beast in the silvery light of a full moon. Or maybe she’s just making things up for the fun of it. Writing is fun, after all. And those of us who are authors rarely want to do the things we write about. My book, DEATH NOTICE, features a serial killer who tries to embalm his victims. This does not mean I want to kill anyone or embalm anything. It simply means I made it up. (Oh, and werewoles don’t really exist.)
But Deanna Stepp, that concerned parent, goes even further, saying: “I think she needs to make a decision as to what she wants to do. Either be a school teacher or author.”
Well, Ms. Stepp, it’s not that easy. Many authors, myself included, need our jobs. We enjoy getting steady paychecks, to pay for things like food and shelter. We enjoy having health insurance, in case things go wrong. I know many writers who would love to be able to support themselves with their writing alone, but it’s just not in the cards. We must work and we must write.
(But since you’re so concerned about how we make a living, Ms. Stepp, I encourage you to buy several thousand copies of my book. Here’s the link: http://tinyurl.com/43b2499 Thanks for your support!)
As for Judy, I hope she can continue to do both. Officials at her school aren’t commenting, but I pray they understand that writing and teaching have been and can continue to be separate. She isn’t hurting anyone. She isn’t reading her books aloud in class. She’s simply trying to be an English teacher during work hours and tell stories in her free time.
I applaud her. And I support her. Every writer should.