I can only speak for myself but these days as I sit at my desk and try (emphasis, try) to write while a wicked war rages in Europe, is not easy. At night when watching the news, and seeing, among other awful things, the waves of refugees fleeing with frightened, weeping, and terrified children, I have to ask myself what in the world am I doing. Do I contribute anything to the world with my stories, my words? For those young people?
Years ago, when I was only just beginning to write for young people, I came up with the notion that my books, my colleagues’ books, tell tales of kids who do things, achieve things, solve things, become, answer, discover, untangle……… in short, grow up, becoming fully realized by living in wonderful ways. That is to say, a children’s book is a book of promises.
And when we promise something to a child we need to keep our word.
Which tells me I must keep trying to write.