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*waves hands with incoherent glee*
Jan. 19th, 2014 03:04 pmImagine one of those shows you loved as a kid. Two years, five years, seven years. However long it ran, there came a day when it was over, or, on that rare show that didn't get canceled, it moved away from the characters or story styles you loved.
Now imagine you just discovered a cache of ten more years worth of episodes. Good, bad, ugly, who cares. The actors snuck off and made more, and the writers listened to them to make sure their characters were right. It's the show you remember, only they've fixed some of the problems (sexism!) with the luxury of hindsight.
It's like finding more Narnia books, or more Dorothy Sayers. BUT WAIT, THERE IS MORE. I've found a way into Lucien's Library from The Sandman, for at least this one shelf!
I was listening to yet another episode last night, and it was a perfect popcorn-quality story (not great art, but with all my buttons pressed and Favorite Characters Being Awesome), and I found myself literally waving my hands in the air with pleasure.
Afterwards, I sat up writing for an hour or so. We'll see how long that lasts, but it would be a lovely side effect if my ever-so-dead creative writing muse finally stumbled awake.
Now imagine you just discovered a cache of ten more years worth of episodes. Good, bad, ugly, who cares. The actors snuck off and made more, and the writers listened to them to make sure their characters were right. It's the show you remember, only they've fixed some of the problems (sexism!) with the luxury of hindsight.
It's like finding more Narnia books, or more Dorothy Sayers. BUT WAIT, THERE IS MORE. I've found a way into Lucien's Library from The Sandman, for at least this one shelf!
I was listening to yet another episode last night, and it was a perfect popcorn-quality story (not great art, but with all my buttons pressed and Favorite Characters Being Awesome), and I found myself literally waving my hands in the air with pleasure.
Afterwards, I sat up writing for an hour or so. We'll see how long that lasts, but it would be a lovely side effect if my ever-so-dead creative writing muse finally stumbled awake.
