I work with authors of every age and background, each bringing forward their unique vision of the world, bravely.
Many of them of very young. There is a girl of ten in Northern Ontario who is Anishinaabeg (Ojibway). There is a young man of fifteen from Washington State who we will be featuring in our newsletter next month. He has just finished his second book with us. Another of our authors, age nine, just had her book launch.
I believe in them. I believe in their wisdom, their intelligence and their bravery. They are the ones who are inheriting the Earth and if the small sampling of those that I have spoken to is any indication, the Earth will be in good hands indeed.
We must work hard to encourage them, whatever their endeavor, and we must be diligent in laying out a path of light for them to follow.
I spoke to a young woman of thirteen today. She had a lot of questions about publishing and she was enormously intelligent and articulate. She knew from the age of five that she would be a writer.
She told me that many people had let her know that she was too young to write, that she would have nothing of importance to say, and she asked me my opinion about that. I said that there were many young people, especially these days, who are wiser than many of those who are much older. I told her to ignore those who scorned her as they were probably the ones who had forfeited their own dreams and were, therefore, angry and embittered against those who had the audacity to bring theirs forward, like her.
I told her that her voice is needed now, and that she must rise above the clamor of the rampant negativity and strife which is so evident now, as the old world slowly gives away to the new world.
To her world.
Many of them of very young. There is a girl of ten in Northern Ontario who is Anishinaabeg (Ojibway). There is a young man of fifteen from Washington State who we will be featuring in our newsletter next month. He has just finished his second book with us. Another of our authors, age nine, just had her book launch.
I believe in them. I believe in their wisdom, their intelligence and their bravery. They are the ones who are inheriting the Earth and if the small sampling of those that I have spoken to is any indication, the Earth will be in good hands indeed.
We must work hard to encourage them, whatever their endeavor, and we must be diligent in laying out a path of light for them to follow.
I spoke to a young woman of thirteen today. She had a lot of questions about publishing and she was enormously intelligent and articulate. She knew from the age of five that she would be a writer.
She told me that many people had let her know that she was too young to write, that she would have nothing of importance to say, and she asked me my opinion about that. I said that there were many young people, especially these days, who are wiser than many of those who are much older. I told her to ignore those who scorned her as they were probably the ones who had forfeited their own dreams and were, therefore, angry and embittered against those who had the audacity to bring theirs forward, like her.
I told her that her voice is needed now, and that she must rise above the clamor of the rampant negativity and strife which is so evident now, as the old world slowly gives away to the new world.
To her world.