In Praise of Comfort Stories, Edited

I’ve been thinking about comfort stories.  They’re like comfort food, warm and familiar with no surprises, just more of what we already know we like.  As a writer, I’m not interested in writing the same story again (I have a very short attention span), but as a reader, I devour Dick Francis and Rex Stout and Georgette Heyer, and my repeat watchings of Leverage and Person of Interest have no end.  I’ve watched Big Trouble in Little China so many times, I can recite the dialogue ahead of time.  And yet, I go back again and again. Continue reading