No, I’m not a hobbit. At least, I don’t think I am. I’m short, but I don’t think I’m THAT short.

The “there” I’m talking about isn’t The Shire, nor is it the Middle Earth. This “there” I mean is a “place” where I am able to have peace of mind (no, it’s not the toilet), a state of semi-consciousness where my muse seemed to be most generous. What am I blabbing about, you ask. Ok. I’ll get to the point.

I’ve finally gotten around getting a copy of CS Lewis’ “The Chronicles of Narnia.” Marc bought it for me as a gift (I’m broke again, dang). Some might see this as no big deal—it’s just a book. But for somebody who’s in the creative field, it can make a whole lot of difference.

I have only finished reading the first book of The Chronicles, and yet, I’m already drawn to its magical world where animals talk and a lion reigns supreme. This brief hour I have spent in Narnia was enough to awaken my creativity that have been slowly dwindling due to the pressures of deadlines and issues that are yet to be solved. I’m back to this “place” of magic, where my imagination is once again reeling back into action. Simply put, my muse is back.

A lot of things may have triggered this release of stress and creative enlightenment. I guess reading Narnia just sort of “activated” it. Nonetheless, I’m glad for it.

Don’t get me wrong, my Harry Potter books still help me “de-stress.” But reading an entirely new series is just different, if you know what I mean. If you don’t, well, ok

I think I’ll go and get back to work now.