Why does it seem that the general consensus of youth state that ‘adults’ are boring, unimaginative and unworthy of adventure?
I take offense at that. Granted my body might show the use of my years, but I can appreciate every decision, every moment, every consequent that went into the creation of my life.
It seems a shame that there is a certain ageism happening. You don’t see an adult being swept off into a magical adventure. Stepping through a portal to see what is on the other side without the accompaniment of a child. If you do, they are the aged wise ones dispensing nuggets of wisdom at the end of each quest like a vending machine.
I don’t think do.
I’m old enough to appreciate that magical door, amazing portal, the fantastical creature and the jinn with the requisite three wishes (which a sure as hell wouldn’t piddle away). I choose to write adventures for everyone of all ages.
The only thing that should ever hold a character back is their own fear – and that is a journey in and of itself.
Got to go, I have dragons to find.