I remember driving to my grandparents' house when I was little, the flat swamps of Louisiana growing slightly to rolling hills in Georgia. When I started to notice hills I knew we were close enough to ask if we were there yet, without getting ignored. I passed the time by writing this seemingly never ending fairytale about a girl named Maribel. This is the first time I remember loving writing, adding details to daydreams, and creating new characters. Now, almost ten years later, I optimistically call myself a writer.
Through the years I’ve had a love/hate relationship with it, sometimes getting bogged down with rejection letters and writer’s block. A few months ago I was in one of these moods, I hadn’t felt like I had written anything worthwhile in a long time. I felt like a hypocrite, calling myself a writer and working on Selah, without truly feeling the love for the craft.
One of my sister’s friends is a young writer, when I told her about the magazine and saw her smile widen when I said I would make an exception to include her, I thought about that drive to my grandparents house for the first time in a while. I remembered how simple writing used to be, how fun. I didn’t want the kids to be an add on to Selah itself, I wanted them to have their own platform to be proud of. I wanted to foster this excitement, and extend their pure love of the arts as long as possible.
Selah Youth is primarily a project for kids, of course, to encourage young artists of all kinds, give them the love of creating and a platform to showcase their talents. But it’s also for me, for all other disenchanted older artists, to inspire us to take things back to the basics, to remind us all how fun being an artist can be.