As I stress whenever I review a jazz record on my other blog, the beginning is very very important. It binds the whole narrative. If you don’t believe me, let’s see what my role-model Frank “I wrote freakin’ Dune” Herbert had to say about beginnings:
A beginning is the time for taking the most delicate care that balances are correct.
Thank you, Frank. Alright, so, what to delicately and carefully write in order to make sure that the balances are correct? I sought wisdom in Hugh Howey’s first blog entry. If you don’t know who Hugh Howey is... well, he’s the sci-fi author who made self-publishing cool. He’s the man who inspired me to self-publish Mindguard when I was still resigned to throwing myself at the mercy of literary agents and the traditional publishing industry. He’s also a very talented writer. If you don’t believe me, read part one of his awesome Wool for free and I challenge you to not buy the Wool omnibus afterwards.
Anyway, the first post seems like the proper place to give credit to the two sci-fi writers who have had such an enormous impact on my life: Frank Herbert, for writing the greatest book I ever read and Hugh Howey, for inspiring me to take my career into my own hands . At this very moment, several people are reading a novel that I wrote and that’s partially because of Frank and Hugh. You guys rock!
Anyway, let’s get back to Hugh’s first post. If one were to venture into the more recent entries in the vast jungle that is his blog (the man must spend about as much time writing these articles as he does writing his novels - I respect that!) one would notice the increasing number of comments, the posts showcasing the covers for the comic book adaptation of Wool, videos of himself taking the ice-bucket challenge or very helpful posts on the world of self-publishing. But if you daringly scroll back to the first things he ever wrote, you will conclude that that particular virtual territory is as lifeless and arid as mine is about to become. No people commented on his posts and few probably read them. This gives me great hope and encouragement, in spite of the who-gives-a-f**k ambiance of an unknown writer’s blog musings. Who cares, right?
Well, I do.
Looking back at Hugh Howey’s first post from 2009, way before he was Hugh “I made Simon & Schuster my b***h” Howey I got a sense of the incredible journey he undertook to get to where he is today. All those blog posts document that quest in a very personal way and, for someone like me, they are of an inestimable value. I can only hope that I am at the starting point of a similar journey and that whatever I write now will be of similar value to someone someday.
It is with this noble thought that I dedicate this first post to that priceless presence in my life, my constant companion and most ardent critic, my best friend. Well, my other best friend. I already dedicated my novel to my wife. This blog entry is dedicated to the one and only Picky, my Netherland dwarf bunny. I have a feeling she will be a prominent presence on this blog.
Picky, daddy loves you sweetheart!