A Dream about the Worst Vikings Ever
Normally I do not talk about where I get my ideas, but let me make an exception. I get them in my sleep, which is why whenever the wife finds me snoring on the couch, I tell her I am hard at work.
I had an odd dream this morning, but the idea is one I cannot see how to use in a story.
Its seems the god Heimdall was using the technology of Eobard Thawne, the Reverse Flash, to travel in disguise among the races of middle earth. He called himself Rig. He visited an elf maiden, a human lass, and a hobbit girl, and nine months later, the three gave birth to the elfin, human, and hobbit races. It is from Heimdall, their divine ancestor, that the hobbits inherit their sharp eyes and cunning ears.
In the dream, Thor came to Hobbiton, and recruited the hobbits to be vikings, and to conquer Wessex. Unfortunately, even the Tooks and Brandybucks were shorter than the soldiers of Alfred the Great by far, and the hobbits hated boats, and so they turned out to be the shortest and fattest and generally the worse vikings ever.
So if anyone can make a tale as good as EXPECTING SOMEONE TALLER out of this idea, you are welcome to it, and with my blessings. The Norse hobbits simply amuse me as a concept, and I thought it was still funny when I woke up.
About John C Wright
John C. Wright is a practicing philosopher, a retired attorney, newspaperman, and newspaper editor, and a published author of science fiction. Once a Houyhnhnm, he was expelled from the august ranks of purely rational beings when he fell in love; but retains an honorary title.
