For the last three days, the world of kidlit has undergone scrutiny over sexual harassment allegations. It’s enough to make anyone despair about the state of humanity in general and the children’s publishing in specific. I feel for the victims and worry about the state of the souls of the perpetrators. Guilt does its own damage to a person, but that is a topic for another blog.
My agent (The awesome Tim Travaglini) called me this morning to see whether I was “on the ledge” because he knew one of my friends had been named in the allegations. I was touched that he was concerned enough to take time out of his day to talk with me.
Which made me realize, yet again, that I know so many wonderful, caring people in this business. I expected many things when I became a writer, but I never imagined that the greatest benefits of putting pen to paper (Or more accurately sitting alone in front of a computer) was the many friendships I would gain.
I know so many wonderful, kind, generous people–people who have helped me and others with no thought of benefitting themselves. So no matter what happens next, I just want to say that I am glad I know so many of you. The world is still a good place.