Gates, Bars, and Fear
Of late, my thoughts (when I’m not actually bashing my head into a wall getting back onto the writing horse) have been turning to what it is exactly that I intend on doing here. And I know, I know – big plans, etc., keep your eye on the feed, yadda yadda…
But I’ve been thinking about one of the themes I see in my writing – paying a price. Anything worthwhile has a price associated with it. In Cost of Miracles, it was the sanity of one of the characters. In High Moon, it’s the service the Sinner does for the Preacher. In real life… what is the price we’re willing to pay for success? Is it worth it?