One of the things I always enjoyed about reading as a kid, and even now, is how it lets me experience things I’d otherwise never experience. I’ll never be a top-clearance spy (or am I? O.o), or live in 19th century Europe, or rail at a dragon. But I could live it, in a way, through books. Reading was experience—and it was also experience with a safety net, because while there’s plenty to be learned from books, there was no (well, little...if you’re me, you’ll always find some way of making the most mundane things dangerous…) danger of actual harm.
On Writing Risks, and the Safety Net
On Writing Risks, and the Safety Net
On Writing Risks, and the Safety Net
One of the things I always enjoyed about reading as a kid, and even now, is how it lets me experience things I’d otherwise never experience. I’ll never be a top-clearance spy (or am I? O.o), or live in 19th century Europe, or rail at a dragon. But I could live it, in a way, through books. Reading was experience—and it was also experience with a safety net, because while there’s plenty to be learned from books, there was no (well, little...if you’re me, you’ll always find some way of making the most mundane things dangerous…) danger of actual harm.