The year was 1993. It was the year of Star TV. The year of MTV and the famous 3PM Master Mix. It was the year the movie Jurassic Park was released. It was the year I picked up my first novel – Jurassic Park by Michael Crichton.
I was enthralled by what I had just read. I was enthralled by the fact that the author had been able to sweep me into his story and onto a tropical island off the coast of Costa Rica and made me believe that it was possible to clone dinosaurs and then kept me turning pages as the dinosaurs ran loose and Alan Grant tried to get back to safety and off the island.
It was the year, when as I put down the book, I had a thought. A fleeting thought. Which made me daydream and dream at night about being able to take people to places they could imagine and hold them within a pages of a good story for a few hours so that they were part of the action, someplace beyond their lives.
Now in retrospect, I think about that thought. It was ethereal, intangible. And I wonder in amazement how something that I cannot touch, something without substance or framework and only tell others in the form of “I wish I could…” become so real. Become three hundred and seventy-two pages of an action-thriller. Become tangible. Become real. Become what I dreamed.
And I understand now the pride and joy of witnessing a dream become a reality and being able to achieve a dream.
It didn’t happen quickly. It took its own time. But the factors that contributed kept falling into place along the way though I wasn’t aware of them at the time.
Today, 22 January 2011, 18 years after that very first exciting and aspiring thought, at 1:00PM, I held in my hands the very first copy of my debut novel “Haunted”.
And whatever lies ahead, it is a proud moment that only I can fully comprehend. I have done it, even if this statement may sound uncharacteristically boastful, I don’t mind saying it.
I thank God, my parents, my friends and relatives. I thank people who have influenced me and showed interest in my passion for writing. I thank the many people who have already so graciously and selflessly come forward with offers to help publicize my book. I thank random incidents and chance meetings that inevitably led to this moment.
I thank the 58 friends and colleagues who replied to my joyful text message and showered me with good wishes and congratulations!
And, I think I can allow my self a pat on the back!