July 10th, 2007


Middle book, middle age

I swear, between the Moss Troll Problem and the Sirs Not Appearing In This Book, it's a miracle I don't spend more time clutching my head and whimpering.

Not that I spend no time clutching my head and whimpering. But really.

You know what the disadvantage to having a middle-aged protagonist really is? You know why people are really writing about young people all the time? It's this: middle-aged people have gone around knowing people and doing stuff for just years. And it gets complicated, and sometimes comes back and bites them on the butt. Not just the youthful misdeeds, but the things that were the absolute best they could do at the time, trying their hardest and thinking their smartest and using all resources at their disposal: they can still sometimes look at the results a decade or two later and think, "Uh-oh. That's not how this was supposed to go at all."

But it turns out that what they do after that can be pretty interesting.