Have you ever had one of those days where you have projects that you want/need to be working on, yet at the same time, you become so immersed in a book or movie that you love that you can’t bring yourself to think of anything else? That’s what I’m going through right now.
I have a new manuscript that I’ve been working on while my other one is being edited and reread and reread and reread. I really like this one. It’s an idea I’ve had in my head for a few years now and suddenly, over the summer, inspiration struck and I knew exactly what I wanted to write. I didn’t start until recently, however, because I didn’t want to, as Meg Cabot would put it, “cheat” on my other manuscript. I have a lot of ideas and whenever I’m particularly enthusiastic about one, I forget about ones that are in progress. If I went with all of my impulses, I would never get one thing completely written.
Anyway, so this week, while I’m supposed to be working on this manuscript that I’ve been so excited about, I get on Pinterest, see one post about The Hobbit, and suddenly, I’ve forgotten everything I want to write about and become the thirteen-year-old girl, totally and completely obsessed with Middle Earth. This time, however, I’m in love with Richard Armitage and not Orlando Bloom. I’ve realized that taste sort of evolves as you get older. Not that Orlando Bloom isn’t a handsome fellow. He’s just, you know, not Richard Armitage.
I’m the only Tolkien fan in my family, though to be honest, I enjoy the movies a lot more than the books (please don’t hit me!). Of course, I read the books in eighth grade, so maybe I haven’t really given them a fair shake. I actually hadn’t even heard of The Lord of the Rings or The Hobbit until I saw a trailer for the first movie. Well technically, I had seen the really creepy cartoon version where everyone is not hot, but I didn’t realize what it was until the movies came out. That’s when I decided that Legolas was the hottest thing on two legs and decided to read the books.
My friends in high school and I were obsessed with LOTR. We went to see all the movies together, we had posters, we had T-Shirts, we each claimed a member of the fellowship as our own personal property (and believe it or not, I ended up dumping Leoglas for Pippin shortly after I discovered how insanely cute Scottish guys are. On that topic, my sister and I took a trip to Scotland in July 2011 and as it turns out, Scottish guys are even cuter in person), and we watched all the extended edition box sets with audio commentary.
I am really waving my geek flag for all to see, aren’t I?
The point is, The Lord of the Rings trilogy was a big part of my high school experience and will always hold a special place in my heart because of it. But, just like all fangirls, I go through phases and I actually went through a pretty long phase where I was into other things. Then, Scotland happened. Everywhere we went, I found myself humming the score to The Lord of the Rings. My sister thought I was a nerd, but I couldn’t help myself. Everything reminded me of Middle Earth.
For the record, those actually are my photographs.
For all of Scotland’s wonders, however, nothing compared to the beauty and sanctity of the Isle of Iona.
Iona is just one of those places that can’t be described. You have to experience it. Though I will say, I can never hear the song Into the West by Fran Walsh, Howard Shore, and Annie Lennox and not think of Iona.
“Don’t say we have come now to the end… White shores are calling. You and I will meet again.”
Anyway, this is getting way too deep for a blog post. Long story short, The Lord of the Rings has had a huge impact on my life. As fate would have it, there was a Lord of the Rings marathon on TV the week after we return from Scotland. The fangirl in me has not only been well and alive ever since, but she’s been positively thriving since the first trailer for The Hobbit was released over a year ago.
Now, after having seen the movie three times, I have to say The Hobbit is phenomenal (and no, not just because Peter Jackson managed to create the previously unimaginable Sexy Dwarf). I loved the music. I loved seeing Frodo again. I loved the scenery. I loved getting to go back to Middle Earth, to a place that had meant to much to me growing up. And may I just say that perfect casting did not exist until Martin Freeman was cast as Bilbo Baggins! I loved him from Sherlock, so needless to say, I was ecstatic when they announced that both he and the ever amazing and beautiful Benedict Cumberbatch would be starring in The Hobbit trilogy.
Okay yeah, Benedict is a dragon, but he’s still kind of in it.
So yeah, that’s what I’ve been thinking about instead of actually writing my own stuff. Maybe now that it’s out in cyberspace, however, I will be able to focus more on my manuscript and less on how much I love Hobbits and Elves and Dwarves.
Oh, and Gollum. I freaking love Gollum.
Wish me luck!!!