Well, oficially - sound the trumpets, and rol me up a scroll of parchment - gimme some ink - seat me on a chair intertwined with cords of quartz, in front of a table of maple-wood in the Western Tower of Tilla (you'll know... if you read my "Shattered Reality").
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My dear ---,
I, ---, your future self, am writing on this scroll which smells of rain and parchment, and the ink is splattering my pages. If you ask, I am sitting here in a magical world which I have written... myself. Yes, darling! - yes! - you're going to be a writer - and author - an authoress, whatever you want.
But, to get whatever your small heart desires, think - write! Start writing today! Make up stories! Tell them to your parents to record! And try to read. Yes. Don't wait another year, lovely girl - try and read now. Because you will love it.
I promise you, you will! And then... when you are old enough to be able to read, and write - just a bit properly - never stop. It's amazing how you can create worlds - fly on unicorns - talk with the fae - whilst staying in your lovely room in Finland, Tampere. Please, just read!!
Remember - please... a book is a present you can open again and again, and try to never for that. Whatever somebody says - you can injure (hurt) yourself when you play sport - but try and play volleyball, a bit! -, maths (numbers) are boring, handwriting... well. And singing is not your thing. Writing! Writing! Oh, and of course drawing. Making art. Yes.
Draw and draw and write and write and listen to your parents and let them take pictures of your art and record your novels. Please! Because, I, age 10 - to turn 11 in one month (four weeks) and nine days would LOVE to watch the videos and list through the photos. Draw. Please!!
Your loving older self...
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