Remember your younger days. Just think back for a few minutes and think about how things have changed. The world has evolved at a dizzying speed. It is so different than it was merely a decade ago.
We too have evloved. Like two stones rubbing together we both shape our environment and are shaped by it. Experience changes us, hopefully for the better.
Change is inevetible.
When I was a teenager I used to love going to carnivals. It was huge fun, the lights of the midway, the noise of the crowd, I enjoyed it. I liked it enough that I struck up a few friendships with the folks who traveled through once or twice a year.
The next summer when I saw them pulling in I went over to say hello.
Not long after I found out that they would be in the city for a month, moving about once a week to different areas. I though that was a great thing, I would get to chat some more.
That year I was offered a side job, working with the carnival while they were in town. I helped with set up and tear down and moved things around for the folks I knew. I was generally doing grunt work, nothing too involved. The thing is, I got to see what was going on behind the lights and noise.
I ended that month with a whole new outlook on carnivals, a whole new appreciation for what went on behind the scenes. I look at them now with different eyes.
You might notice I have been a bit quiet lately. There is a really simple reason for that.
I have been reading.
Reading back through one of my favorite fantasy series, Robert Jordan’s The Wheel of Time. They are far and away better the second (or fifth) time around.
The story is, as it always was, one of my favorites.
It is a favorite now for another reason. I have been rereading the series with new eyes. It is the same as it always was.
For the last couple years I have done a bit of writing (obviously, or you would not be here). Apparently that experience has changed me, changed the way I view the written word.
I am seeing beyond the words to the nuts and bolts that hold the series together. It’s hard to describe.
I am noticing things that I never noticed before about the story itself. Things that were always there making it great, sitting just under the surface as the plot and characters swept me by.
Now I know a bit of what to look for, and I can see the framework underneath. The craftsmanship that went into putting something of this scope together. I am having trouble putting this into words, honestly I am floored by it.
I am looking at these stories now with a new eye.
That will have to cover it.
Words fail me.