Thursday, November 15, 2012
Why fantasy is bad for me
In junior high, I stumbled across David Eddings, and a similar thing happened. The Belgariad became a series that carried me through many math classes that I didn't care about. And in high school? A Creative Writing teacher who finally introduced me to Robert E. Howard proper? (He also introduced me and a few friends to Dungeons & Dragons. He swore us to secrecy about meeting at his house over the weekend to game as he didn't want it getting out at school that he was teaching D&D to his students. I think the statute of limitations on that has passed on that . . . )
I've been a fan for years. (During all this time, I was reading other genres, of course.)
So when I started feeling the draw toward writing, I wanted to write fantasy.
Thing is, I've never had any real success at it. Not only in the sales department, but in the actually-being-happy-with-what-I-wrote department. I liked my set-ups, and some of my characters, but things never quite gelled.
It took me a long time, but I finally shelved that urge. I write . . . just not fantasy right now. And I'm good with that. I'm enjoying what I'm writing now. And I still read Howard, but haven't read a lot of fantasy seriously (outside of Martin) since.
Then Bren came home from work last night with a copy of LEGO Lord of the Rings. We like the Lego videogames - they're puzzle-based, they're co-op, they're fun - so I'm not complaining about that. It was a BLAST playing a game with my wife last night.
But those sword-on-sword sound effects ring out, that Howard Shore Lord of the Rings music plays, and my brain starts to itch again. And then I start thinking about writing fantasy.
Sigh. Curse you, LEGO . . . CURSE YOU! Don't you know I have a super Zecret project in the works? A collection of short stories I need to edit? Why? WHY?