A long time ago someone gave me a paperback book and said, “You have to read this!” So I did. Little did I know that that simple event would change my life forever. That was the moment when the Supreme Being pointed His Almighty hand in my direction and said, “Thou shalt love all things magical.” To this very day, I have obeyed.
I have an extensive collection of wizards, dragons, knights, fantastical creatures of all varieties, and if I had my way I’d rather ride a Pegasus than drive a car any day. I played Dungeons & Dragons, I’ve mastered about every computer fantasy game ever released, I think I’ve seen every fantasy movie ever made, and I’ve read hundreds, or perhaps thousands, of fantasy books written by the greatest fantasy authors to have ever picked up a pen, used a typewriter, or pecked out a manuscript on a keyboard. I’ve been to Medieval Times more often than I care to admit and if there’s a Renaissance Festival nearby—that’s where you’ll find me.
But even with all of this, I couldn’t help but feel like I’d missed something. But what? Had I not done everything the Supreme Being had asked of me? Many years would pass before I’d discover what the emptiness was that had left me feeling hollow and unfulfilled. Then one summer day it hit me like a Kirin charging through a horde of hobgoblins: I hadn’t written my own fantasy story. So I started writing.
Once I finished my first story, I wrote another. And then I wrote some more, and when I finally thought I had something worthy, I joined my first Writer’s group and soon discovered I wasn’t ready. So, after many more years of writing and editing and joining other writing groups, at last I had become a “Weaver of Tales” and had a story to tell.
Have I mastered the craft? No, but with every word typed I get that much better. Have I pleased the Supreme Being? Time will tell but at least for now I don’t have to dodge lightning bolts. And that first book that started it all? The Fellowship of the Ring by J.R.R. Tolkien. We likes hobbitses, we do!
Now for something a bit more mundane:
Lenny Fultz is a misplaced Hoosier living in the land of Bulldogs and cat-sized mosquitoes with his wife, Connie. He is an avid reader, writer and collector of all things fantasy. He is passionate about the written word and strives for perfection in everything he does. He enjoys fishing, going to the movies, playing games with friends and family, watching Broadway plays and dining in nice restaurants. His four favorite food groups are: popcorn, beef jerky, Skittles and Diet Dr. Pepper—not necessarily in that order.