I’ve fallen a bit behind with my jotting, as January winds down.
I didn’t read many stories where the brave
committed endless loads of good and noble deeds.
I did love my Disney fairy tales, but now I wonder why – a childhood dream world gone by.
As a writer, those aren’t really the kinds of narratives I am most enthralled by, but they do have their place.
I wonder, as #TimesUp, if most girls would wish for that brave hero to swoop in and save the day anymore, as men (as a species) seem unable to control their impulses, as we see and live in these modern times.
No no, not some fanatical feminist rant here, I promise. I just think of the little Lego knight on his horse that came with a castle set my brother had when we were children.
A little plastic man and his plastic horse.
I’ve got to save myself, instead of waiting to be rescued.