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Fate vs. Destiny

Do you believe in fate?

What about destiny?

Are these existential questions based in religious belief or a way of looking at the world to help understand that all encompassing question…

WHY?

Stubbed Toes by YiYo666 - Deviantart

Stubbed Toes by YiYo666 – Deviantart

Why did I stub my toe this morning?

Why did my wife leave me?

Why did I choose this career?

Why are we here?

Do you think it’s realistic to believe that had you not been fated to stub your toe this morning, you might have been hit by that car getting the paper at the end of the driveway?

Or is that just a lucky coincidence? But then, luck doesn’t exist either – does it?

Did you choose your destiny? You had too much wine last night and didn’t want to bend over to put your shoes on this morning and so through a series of personal choices you made, you set in motion the natural sequence of events leading to a sore foot instead of a trip to the hospital?

How much of what we do in life is purely coincidental? and how much do believe is preordained either by an external force/entity or simply our genetic make up? If you’d been able to hold your liquor, this morning’s toe-stubbing incident might have gone completely different… you might have even chose to walk the dog by cutting across the front yard whereby completely changing any notion of events set in motion…

This struggle with the idea of fate and destiny – the notion of what is true vs. what is imagined keeps us wondering, “What if…” and continually asking ourselves, “Why?” certain things happen to us.

Is there an all-encompassing answer or are we destined to wander through this life without a sense of purpose?

These ideas and more are touched on in my novel Time’s Tempest. Though Taya is an alien living on another world, she goes from believing in the concrete to asking that very question… Why?

Haven’t we all at some point?

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Starting from Scratch: Plotting the Journey

writingWithin the last 24 hours I have decided to move forward with the goal of publishing 3-4 books in the next 12-14 months. If I’m going to show the skeptics and myself that writing for a living is truly possible then this is an important first step.

So, how do I begin?

Well, I’m lucky enough to have a contract with a small publisher for my short sci-fi series The Chronicles of Xannia… book one will be launched Oct 1st, 2014 so that’s my official first book – the starting line in this race to prove my mettle. I all ready have half of the second book in a laughable first-draft state (but that’s better than nothing) and it’s fully plotted (pantsing is not my forte). This afternoon I finished the skeletal plotting for a new urban/fantasy duology of which I will be writing the first draft of book one for this November’s NANOWRIMO (national novel writing month).

That’s three books right there that could potentially be published by next spring, which just leaves me with that fourth one… will it be the 3rd book in The Chronicles of Xannia? or will it be the second and final book of the fantasy duology? Needless to say, like most writers I have a back list of potential books to write, all listed with some degree of plotting in two very well protected journals, so it’s not like I’ll be lacking any ideas for moving forward.

crumpled_paperBut that’s the hardest part, right? Moving forward. I’ve given myself a logically tangible goal for writing but only time will tell if I can actually make a good income doing this. Yet, there’s that dark spot in the back of my conscious that whispers when I least expect it, “What if you’re not good enough?”

Many of us face that doubt in our lives… for me it means the gain or loss of a new career – something I’ve dreamed about doing nearly my whole life. I can’t help but wonder what the consequences of failure might do to me? My tenacity? My spirit? My self-esteem?

I failed as a teacher – 10 years and no full-time position (they say it’s because of the market and timing and all that but other people were being hired for the jobs I was applying to, why not me?).

I failed as a journalist – I couldn’t even complete my diploma for college (I hated current events so much).

I failed in my goal to sing for Disney – with no support for such a ‘far fetched’ idea friends and family just smiles and shook their heads.

I failed as a theatre tech – I love the work but under pressure I tend to mess things up at the worst possible moments.

I have not gotten over any one of those failures and each one impacts me to a greater or lesser degree, but writing? That’s my soul we’re talking about now… if I fail at writing no one can claim it’s not because I didn’t try, and it scares me to contemplate which aspects of my life are most likely to hold me back, drag me down…

I’m plotting and scheming, scratching and clawing but in the end will there even be a ‘top’ to this mountain I’m so desperately trying to climb?

Will hope fail me too? It has before… still, I’ve all ready opened the door. It’s time to walk through.

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