[The following are words that I wrote about two years ago, when I finished writing my first book, Be a Hobbit. It was an emotional moment, one that all writers must experience, I’m sure, so I offer this to you as an insight into the mind of one writer, on one significant day.]
It is Written
I have finished writing Be a Hobbit. I weep.
The better part of a year has passed since I began this little book, this tome of 450 plus pages, my manifesto if you will. It’s hard to believe that I have reached the end. Yes, there is still some tedious work to do polishing it up, and formatting and a few pages left to write, but the book is written.
Having never written anything of such length, I had no clue what I was getting into, what paths it would lead, mentally, psychologically, physically, emotionally. It has been one fuck-hell of an adventure, like marching to Mordor with Wraiths on my tail: my own wraiths, my own balrogs, orcs, and dwarvish nature, driving me forward, blocking the path at times, kicking me in the fucking nuts, questioning my own ability to finish, to make sense of so enormous a topic as Saving the Earth.
“How presumptuous of me to tackle such a thing,” I’ve thought more than once since I began.
I hope, and pray that the end result will be humble enough, because I feel very humbled by the experience. I am but one little hobbit in a great Middle Earth. But I know now that there are millions, if not billions of fellow hobbits out there, and we are all kindred, even if we don’t know of the existence of one another. We are still hobbits.
I never believed that I could love the works of the great professor more than I already did, but this project has given me a greater appreciation for his genius and vision. I hope that I have not profaned his work too much. I’ve certainly taken liberties with it that he might, and rightly, roll his furry eyes at. But I think I have preserved his love of the Earth, of Nature, of Trees and living things, of simple living, of humanity, humor, hospitality. That was my intention.
I set out in a sea of negativity, drowning in despair for the world. But despair leads nowhere good. I’m sick of despair. That’s why I wrote this little book, a few humble pages of positivity.
I hope that the message will empower a few hobbits to change their world, to save their earth, in some small way. To make Shires where there was desolation and despair. It can be done. I believe that now, though it took me nearly 50 years to realize it.