A Hub Baby's Life Story
A Newborn Creation, my Baby arrives
I have just given birth to a new creation. It all started with just a vague notion, an idea, which eventually formed itself into a shape, a structure, and then started to spill out onto the blank page in front of me. First just a few letters, then more, then more letters strung together to make a few words, the words gathered themselves into sentences, the sentences into paragraphs and finally, the completed article, or hub as it sometimes likes to be known was finished, complete and fully formed. And there it sat, revelling in its uniqueness, yet timid and quiet, pristine and chaste, unsullied by a readers eye, resplendent, virgin, never been read.
My new baby hub, which is as yet unnamed, cannot sit on my desk for long. It is now aware of its existence, that it has to find its place in the world, and so it urges me, gently at first, but then in ever more strident tones to launch it, to free it from the confines of my A4 pad, so that it may begin the life for which it was intended.
Of course, as its creator, I am aware of my little hubling’s needs and much as it pains me to let it go, I know that I have to, and I ruefully accept this inevitability. It is time for it to follow its own path, wherever that might lead.
I can have no idea about, or control over, who will read it, what they will think of it, or in what way, if any it will affect the lives, opinions, beliefs or motivations of those who do read it. Will it make someone laugh, cry, scoff in derision, or touch them in some other way? All of this is beyond my control. It is time to let it go.
And so, I launch my new hub out into the world of Hubpages, gingerly at first, like a small boat pushed out from the shore and floated off on the rivers’ current, and I gently watch over it as it begins to find its way; just a baby, taking its first steps, with a mere fifty hubscore and no reader comments of any kind to comfort or reassure it.
As the days go by, I watch with a certain paternal pride as it begins to mature. Its hubscore rises, sixty, then seventy. It accumulates positive reader comments which make it surer of itself and of its place in the world. Its confidence continues to grow as it approaches the eighties and nineties, more comments arrive and before long, my little creation has becomes a fully fledged article, a hub in its own right.
My Baby Hub Belongs to the World
Without any effort of its own, it begins to gain a professional renown as the wider world becomes aware of it. Its name and contents are duly registered with the search engines of the world, Google, Yahoo, Bing and others. It becomes bookmarked by sites such as Twitter, Digg and StumbleUpon, and it is then irrevocably lost to me forever. No longer an infant to be guided, nurtured and encouraged, it has now matured into an adult article and has a life of its own.
Once in a while I may visit it to see how it’s getting on. I may re read bits of it, or all of it. I may be tempted to tweak it here and there, but I know that in any case, Google and other engines have already stored its image in their cache. It may have been cloned and copied a dozen times, printed, or emailed to the other side of the world. It may have been dissected and quoted, modified and summarised, reduced or extended. As time goes by, various versions of it may become unrecognisable, but this is all part and parcel of its life, of its existence, and there are no complaints.
Of course I always maintain an interest in its life progress, what parent would not. I am interested to know how many fans and friends it has acquired, what its Hubscore is today, how many pageviews and comments it has accumulated, other places where it has been published and linked to, but I know deep down that it has long since become an independent entity. Created by me but no longer really belonging to me and with no need of me or my assistance.
No, it belongs to the world, and I can have no idea what its future may be, or even if it has one.
But for me, it will always be my baby and I will look fondly at its original version sitting in my computer. I will remember the joy that I had in creating it, and reminisce of the time when it was newly born, about to take its first steps in the world, and so full of promise and expectation, with its whole life ahead of it.
© 2009 sannyasinman
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