I wanted this blog to be awesome because I needed some grand gesture. I wanted to write something that would honour someone very special to me. I wrote it over and over in my head until I realised that nothing I say will convey what I want. Sometimes it happens like that. Maybe it’s too soon. Maybe time is needed to process things in order to be able to give it substance.
Or maybe humans have this overwhelming need to make sense of things. Of life. Do we make it more complicated?
All I know is that we have lost our beloved dog, Bella, and we feel bereft. If you aren’t a dog lover you may roll your eyes but if you are, you will get me. In the few days of life without her, I have marvelled at the fact that this creature wasn’t a whiner or a barker and yet the house is so quiet without her. We are unmoored.
I know that I will be able to use this experience in my writing at some stage. It is too soon now. But to be an artist we need to allow ourselves to feel these experiences in order to be able to use them in our craft. This is what writing is for me, a way of making sense of the world.
In the meantime, I will do what I always do when I feel pain: write it down. These musings won’t be for anyone else but myself, in my journal. They will help me order my feelings, smooth them out, find somewhere to store them.
For now, I have no grand gestures. I can look at this photo of her and see her smiling at me and simply feel thankful for having had her in my life for a short time.
My name is Blaise van Hecke and I love stories. I cannot walk past a bookshop or op-shop without going in to fondle the books. On holidays, I’m pretty sure that my family distract me when driving anywhere near these shops to avoid the long delays it might mean if I spot them – I have a ‘to be read’ bookshelf.
I blame my mum for this obsession because she is a storyteller extraordinaire and reading, writing, music and art were like food when I was a child. One of my earliest memories is listening to Watership Down being read – my seven year old head bent close to the radio – by a man with a deep English voice. I was hooked.
As soon as I could form words with a pencil, I created stories. My first ‘masterpiece’, complete with illustrations, was a story about people living in the clouds who turned on taps to make it rain. My mum still has the book covered in multi-coloured checked fabric full of my scribbling. Now I write both fiction and non-fiction and am always thinking about words and images.
I believe that reading and writing are good for you. Journaling has helped me live through many difficult times and I know from many people that a reading a book that resonates can be life saving or inspirational.
My biggest passion is to help people get their story, no matter what shape or form, into the world so that other people can benefit from them. I take great pleasure in working on a project from the seed of an idea to a book in hand, something that can be life changing for the creator.
I’ve started up this new website to share my passion for the written word. I hope that you enjoy my website and together we can change the world one story at a time …