Sep 24 2007, 12:43pm
I have ridden the barrels and riddled in the dark. I have been to the lair of Smaug and I have fought along side the Lake Men as he flew above. These are memories of mine, shared with the world through Tolkienís words. And these are what propelled me to become a published fantasy writer.
I have ridden the barrels and riddled in the dark.
If it was not for the Spiders of Mirkwood Forest I might just be a journalist, or (god forbid!) a writer of the mundane. Instead I spend my days traveling in cellar worlds, sword in one hand and lantern in the other,dimly illuminating the caverns around me.
Now each night I read to my children a chapter out of The Hobbit. It is a joy to watch their eyes shine when William and Tom argue over cooking the dwarves, or watching them shout in excitement when Gandalf threatens the goblin king with glamdring.
I know that some day they will sit down, typing away, writing of their own words, their own worlds, their own travels. That is what the Hobbit is- freedom from the mundane and the desire to create and explore. It is a gift of infinite adventures.
(This post was edited by pauljessup on Sep 24 2007, 12:46pm)