Wednesday, October 12, 2022

Born


 

 

I’ve debated if writers are born or made. I don’t think it matters.


What matters is that we encourage all the writers to write:

Their history

Their feelings

Their view of the political environment

Their view of important news events, especially if they were nearby

Their view of life

Their imaginary worlds and the stories from those worlds

Their opinions

Their voice, flavor, texture

Their emotions or lack of them

Their family histories with as much detail as they can discover

Without all those voices recorded for a time 50 years from now when actual events are debated as taking place, the world we leave will believe the lies of those speaking the loudest, or with the most power. We are seeing that now.

History is being rewritten. Voices are being ignored. New, unknown voices with the correct opinions and politically correct language are being heard, promoted, etched in stone at the expense of quieter voices.

But it’s been that way since the world began.

Ancient Egypt was known for erasing their previous kings, and not just the names and history of the king, but the entire history of Egypt at the time of that king. History erased. History rewritten. Recent discoveries of artifacts in unexpected places attest to that erasing. We are learning about kings and nobility we never knew existed.

But we have no control over the future. All we can do is write for our future progeny (familial or professional) and perhaps our words will endure whether we get famous or not.

And we need to encourage those writers to write what we do not believe because we would hope they would do the same for us.

Thank you, Virginia, Loretta, Shirley, Suzanne, and Ted for writing to record personal history. You wrote and wrote your heart and soul and a beautiful baby book was born. 

May your books endure for generations to come and never be silenced.

 

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