Sentient Chair

My son introduced me to the idea of a sentient chair.  He wanted me to write about one/them.  To me, it seemed so unreal to me that I would be like Enid Blyton or the lady who wrote “The Phoenix and the Carpet.”

Quite frankly, I didn’t really want to emulate those ladies who created books and characters and there were many nights I would be in my bed, with their thoughts twirling round in my head.  I would change the story but I couldn’t quite put myself in their tales.  I found I had some of the qualities that make a person an individual.  So I thought any plans of that were doomed.

BUT THEN, BUT THEN OMG!  I was introduced to C.S.Lewis and the first book of his I read was “The Lion, The Witch and the Wardrobe” and I was HOOKED!  I wanted to be Lucy who turned out to be a brave girl who went out and faced the world with a glorious sweetness that just gave me my first SATISFACTION of pulling a character out of a book and being able to envision me in that place.

I can remember the times I would get to “be” Lucy in my mind and having everything in creation (well most things anyway).  And the suffering of death was accomplished Aslan for Edmund.  I could always share the joy of the two girls as they danced around the broken Stone Table.

Writing all that…..hm, do I REALLY want to not explore sentient creatures .  Maybe I will, maybe not.  I loved the books as a child and can still remember them.  I have to figure it out - not tonight, maybe not for years.  Who knows?  I don’t even know MYSELF yet.