November 12, 3:30pm.
Mark your calendars.
It's the day I'll be defending my thesis!
I've been really busy working on thesis related work, but soon, very soon, I'll be able to get back to more weekly updates. I can tell everyone is very excited.
Anyways, the topic for today,
I have to admit that I have a soft spot in my heart for Terry Brooks Landover series. I’m not going to claim it was the best, most classic fantasy series ever written, but it was cute and had its own sort of mild charm. The reason I have a soft spot for it is not because of its cuteness, however, but for one reason and one reason only: the entrance to the magic kingdom of Landover is near where I grew up and the place I still call home.
Mark your calendars.
It's the day I'll be defending my thesis!
I've been really busy working on thesis related work, but soon, very soon, I'll be able to get back to more weekly updates. I can tell everyone is very excited.
Anyways, the topic for today,
I have to admit that I have a soft spot in my heart for Terry Brooks Landover series. I’m not going to claim it was the best, most classic fantasy series ever written, but it was cute and had its own sort of mild charm. The reason I have a soft spot for it is not because of its cuteness, however, but for one reason and one reason only: the entrance to the magic kingdom of Landover is near where I grew up and the place I still call home.
The reason for the entrance location is because Terry Brooks lived for a short time south of my home town and fell in love with it and the secret places of the Appalachian Mountains. In other words, he worked a place he called home into one of his books.
Brooks certainly isn’t the only one who put a touch of home in their work. One of the trademarks of the Hobbit, at least in my mind, is the pure Englishness of it. Here is a fantasy world, where the main character eats seed cakes and participates in the very and uniquely British activity of ‘Walking.’ Not only that, but it is also important, for a hobbit, to invite people ‘round to tea!
The places we grew up influence us and how we look at the world. It’s only natural they sneak into literature and into our own writing. It helps give what we’re writing a sense of authenticity and also a sense of warmth. When we write about a place we love, or call home, we natural imbibe a bit of something extra into our words.
Have any of you written your own home, or parts of it, into one of your stories?
