The Fantasy of a Hobbit

Again, another uneventful day. I am working on a poem but also reading The Two Towers. I haven't read the whole thing since I was ten or eleven, but it is just as good as it was then. I might try my hand at a few passages of fantasy. It would be cool to write and create a fantasy world like no other. I can't hope that anything I write will be completely original, but I don't think that was the point of Tolkien's ideal. He wanted to create some place that was real. Where riding a horse across a continent was real. It was...long, hard and filled with little adventures here and there.

Someone told me that all the Lord of the Rings is about is a bunch of guys walking along, fighting, walking some more and then fighting some more. Well, I hate to break it to all of your, but that isn't it at all. What you need to take out of the story is that it can be real. It can be like we live in this day. Sure, maybe Gandalf would have hopped into a broken down VW Beetle, but it contains a reality. A reality that we need to express. Reality comes in many forms. Your brain is not able to tell between reality and what your fantasy world is. Your mind accepts it all as real and processes it in the same way. Ah, it is hard trying to convince people that reading is just for reading's sake. It isn't. It is more. It is reading into one's self and how one sees themselves in that world.

And if you think that riding around on a horse and fighting the essence of evil is boring, try looking at your life some time. Anyway, take that as you will. I read to live, not read to read...