Spring forward, fall back…
I used to really not care all that much about Daylight savings time. To me it was merely another ritual to be performed twice a year, to benefit those who are not me.
Yet as I get older, I have begun to feel a sort of irritation at the whole idea. It’s not a deeply profound irritation. It’s something more like the irritation you feel at your alarm clock in the morning, right before you throw it across the room. If I sound a little grumpy from lack of sleep, it’s because I am, although I have no one to blame other than myself.
….And well, this.
I’ve been re-reading the Wheel of Time series, even though I said I would not until the last book was finished. I’ve read and re-read through this series each time a new installment was released, and as the number of books got larger (not to mention the size of the books themselves), it became a really time consuming process. However, I have felt the need to return to that world and walk among its characters in my imagination, so I finally relented.
What strikes me the most about this series is no matter how many times I read it I find myself stumbling upon something I did not notice before. They say the devil is in the details, and at this point I think Mr. Jordan had a devil sitting on his shoulder, whispering in his ear the entire time.
Imagine you are a child and you go to live in some huge castle, where all there was to do was explore each nook and cranny. You could spend a lifetime and not find everything. That is how Jordan’s books feel to me.
The creative animal in me could not help but be inspired by Jordan’s works. I’ve had a couple of ideas for a novel rolling around in my head for several years now, and I have even begun work on a couple of them. Like Larry Elmore, I look at Robert Jordan’s work with a sense of wonder and intimidation. Creatively, I have been desperate to understand how they do what they do so well, and at the same time I am intimidated.
Perhaps one day I will be to see a book I wrote in print, adorned by a cover I designed and painted. Perhaps one day I will win the lottery. It seems to me that each have equal chance of actually happening.
Comments
One Response to “ Spring forward, fall back… ”
Leave a Reply
You will never know if you don’t START WRITING!