It's definitely evolved.
I've also been thinking about how subjective and individual any art is. And how art can't be judged against another by any set of rules or regulations.
It is what it is.
You like it or you don't. It's the same for writing.
Some may not see it as art but it is.
Some readers like fluff, some like informative text, some like writing that makes them feel. Weep, laugh, whatever emotion it may be...usually these readers prefer to be taken along the whole spectrum of emotions.
My older style of writing was very basic. And I don't like being a basic bitch. I may be one in life (possibly) but I want my writing to be anything but.
It was very surface-y and bland. Childish even. A word dump with a serious lack of substance.
All The Colours isn't even a year old yet and even so, I can now see parts I wish I had embellished, areas I could have done better. I'm not embarrassed in any shape or form of my first novel...but... at the risk of sounding like a pompous ass, I have evolved as an artist and for that, I am extremely grateful. More grateful still that I can see where I missed the mark.
I take a while to write these days. I think I've pinpointed why... I like to really marinate in the words before I use them. I want to taste them. Try them on, see how they feel. I think really hard about each word. Some may say this is insanity and time-wasting but I find it improves the quality of my work.
....Rome wasn't built in a day.
The process of making art is much like the art itself. Subjective and individual.
No right or wrong.
I wrote this post at the beach and of course took a photo :-)