As I sit and get back into my writing I realize that pretty much every story we tell has elements drawn from other stories out there. I reminds me of a Pratchett novel discussing stories and how they affect our civilization. I'm really happy to be a part of the story telling but sometimes I wonder if I'm not being original.
It's moments like this that I remember there is very little original left in the world and all art is mostly re-imagining older things in new and fascinating ways. It may be the same story idea that has been told innumerable times before, but this time it has something new and different. It may just be the simple idea that it's being told through my rose tinted glasses, and I guess that's all that matters.
