I've written on here before but seeing BRIDGES OF MADISON COUNTY again, towards the end of their run with a friend who hadn't seen it yet, made me realize how paper-thin the characters were despite the beautiful music and stark stagecraft. The first time I was swept up in the music, the second time I saw everything I'd overlooked.
Words don't deserve that kind of malarkey. They're innocent, neutral, precise, standing for this, describing that, meaning the other, so if you look after them you can build bridges across incomprehension and chaos. But when they get their corners knocked off, they're no good anymore…I don't think writers are sacred, but words are. They deserve respect. If you get the right ones in the right order, you can nudge the world a little.