My notes as a reader on:
Works tied to their time
(a continuation from the last note)
I am starting to understand that I cannot escape being tied to a time, my time, as a reader but also as a writer. Not all readers from all cultures will understand my works, neither today nor in the future, even if I tried doing everything as bland, non-committing to a time and specific culture and easy to digest as possible. This is not an excuse to invent my own language that only I can understand as the other extreme though. As with many things in life there is a beautiful individual balance to be found in between. It is one of those questions a writer answers for their own work in the stage of preparation, and there is no universal answer for all works. I wonder where I fall on the spectrum as a creator and I guess I will find out over time and honig the craft.