Then there are old friends. Characters that I discovered when I was in my teens that sit there, stoic, silent, and patient. Just waiting for their time. They remind me quietly on occasion that they're still around and still game. That there are yet castles to storm, maidens to save, and dragons that need a' slayin.
I often wonder why it is that old beloved characters that I have known for so long are so much more patient. It's not that they have had more opportunities to share themselves with the world. In most cases it is the opposite. Face time usually is reserved for the voice that yells the loudest. It goes to the freshest story, the newest idea, the cleverest plot twist.
Should it though? In a lot of ways it reminds me of everyday life, and the disposable, instant gratification, me-centric society that we live in. The sturdy, time-tested, and beloved are so often tossed out without a seconds thought. Ooooh- Shiny. We're children in an eternal pursuit of that shiny golden pacifier that is the almighty double dose of Dopamine. Now, I'm not sure that opinion isn't skewed a little by a certain annoying angel tearing the heads off of demons and football punting their skulls against the inside of my skull - it just might be.
How often do you take the time to go back, and visit the old familiar faces that got you started writing?
How about you readers out there-
When was the last time you read that one book that made you fall completely in love with reading?