I’m revisiting the first book that inspired me to be a writer when I was about twelve-years-old. It’s not anything deep or classic, but it’s the one book I have never forgotten and has greatly influenced the way I write when I let all the worries about marketing fade away. It’s The Adventurers by Harold Robbins which provided me with a rich character in Dax Xenos and the world he lived in.
I always got grounded then and so I was desperate for reading material and my choices had become boring. Readers Digest condensed book collections of classics and poetry were all I had – until I found a dusty stack of books on the topmost shelf of my bedroom where I normally wouldn’t have been able to reach at all (above all the classics and condensed books).
The Adventurers had a cover with its title torn off so I didn’t know what it was when I started reading it. But that prologue hooked me and then the first chapter and I was off. I was in love with Dax and I don’t think I’ve stopped loving him. The other books were The Pirate and Stiletto and I’ve never looked back from then on.
I also got grounded more often.