A blog post on climate change and on why I wrote ‘Cressida the Witch’
I wanted to expand this blog by writing about the stories I have written so far and my personal meaning behind them.
Not everyone likes to know what the writer intended when they read stories though. A reader might prefer to focus on their own interpretation and keep the writer’s personal view of the story seperate, and that is completely understandable and fair!
But for those who do like a little insight into how I write and why I write what I write, this blog series might be of interest to you.
I want to start off discussing my latest story: Cressida the Witch. If you haven’t read the story yet, I hope you will before reading on, as there will be (mild) spoilers below!
I started writing Cressida the Witch in August last year when suddenly the image of a park ranger who was feeling blue and met a little girl doing magic popped into my head after watching Yogi Bear – making it clear once again that inspiration really can come from anywhere!
I vividly remember the need to write it down and so I did, right away. I was quite happy with the style I had written it in. While at this point it was just a scene without any context, at least I had written a scene I was proud of. Plus it had been excellent writing practice.
But after finishing the scene, Cressie never left my mind.
So when I started to focus on writing short stories this year, I felt quite excited to expand on this little scene I’d written about this park ranger and the young witch he meets.
I sat down one day and read the scene again. Going over it this time, I instantly knew where I wanted to go with the story.
Why? Because it had been another day of melting icecaps and dwindling numbers of fauna in the wild on the news. While I wouldn’t call myself an environmentalist, it’s crystal clear to me that human exploits are hurting our planet and the flora and fauna on it. I try to do my part in preserving the future for all beings existing on Earth, but I know it’s not remotely enough.
Something I can do though is raise awareness of the issue of climate change through my writing.
As an adult, I feel helpless sometimes in trying to tackle an issue that is so large and all-encompassing like climate change. It can feel like my little attempts to better the world are quite insignificant. I reckon we all feel that way sometimes.
At the same time I firmly believe that every little thing we do helps. Every little step is one, and by adding all those little things and steps together a little change becomes huge change.
That is also where the little girl came into view for me.
I know that as an adult you can sometimes become melancholic and lose hope when you start to fully comprehend the complexity of society and understand that because of this, it is a lot more difficult to make (global) change happen than you do when you are younger. I try hard to preserve that spark of idealism that I have had within me since I was a child, but even I realise now that our society isn’t as black and white and as simply moulded as we often expect it to be when we are young.
But it is that spark, that desire for good, that belief that change can happen, that we as adults must either hold onto or find again. Because our planet needs us to. Children, and the way they see the world, can be just the reminder or even catalyst we adults need when it comes to becoming more active about making changes, for ourselves and for the future of those not yet born onto our planet.
Many people doing little things can achieve as much if not more than a few people doing a few big things. Together we can make change happen and if adults are reminded of our youthful beliefs through our children, I firmly believe the necessary change can and will happen.
Little by little, step by step, we can save our world from climate change. Children and adults together!
I firmly believe that, just like Wally.