Sometimes the Universe Listens
I won’t go into a discussion about my religion here today. Not because I don’t want to talk about it, no not at all, I’m always up for chatting about my beliefs. Especially if you have opposite beliefs. I love theological discussions and always have. I just ask that when we have that discussion you don’t try to force your opinions on me, as I won’t do that to you.
But so last night, I was praying to the gods. Asking for guidance, asking for assistance in my family’s future.
I also asked for help with my writing. Whoo boy did that one get answered almost immediately.
About 30 minutes later I was inspired something fierce. Morpheus of course promptly left me high and dry on our nightly date, and I had to run downstairs to fetch a notebook. I could not use the notebook next to my bed, as that one is for Aether Horizons, and this story most certainly was not Aether Horizons. Actually, that reminds me I need to go order myself a new Moleskine notebook… I think this project is going to be that big.
Never fear. I shall not let Aether fall by the wayside. But I just had to get this story started. If I didn’t, I’d loose it. And my insomnia wasn’t going to let me get back to sleep anyway.
It kind of scares me. It’s not a genre I was fully planning on ever writing in. It’s a genre that already has so many greats, that I would very much be the little fish in the very big pond. But who knows… Perhaps someday I could be one of those big fish. I won’t know unless I jump in.
It does mean that I will have to dig out a copy of a book I’ve lugged around for years (and wow, in my search to find an image of it.. I realize that I got my copy for a STEAL!)
Actually, that is another story of the Universe telling me to do something. I don’t know if I ever told the story on my blog, if I have forgive me.
Back when I was living in Boulder (hmmm… another coincidence that I can’t talk about right now), I was working at PetSmart. I hated it. I was struggling something fierce. I had just graduated from High School, I had just been rejected by CSU (sorry, when your mother is going through Chemotherapy and radiation treatment, the SATs aren’t that big a priority…). I was pretty miserable.
I asked the gods and goddesses (and anyone else out there in the universe) to give me some guidance about what I should do.
I ended up missing my bus home. So I walked across the street to The Bookworm. Which was one of my absolute favorite used bookstores.. in the entire state of Colorado. (My California favorite is The Bookaneer in Thousand Oaks)
For some reason the idea of criminal forensics was stuck into my head. And going to school for it. So while I was in the Bookworm, I was just looking about… I picked up a few novels I wanted to read. And as I went up to the counter, the young man who was working the counter walked away. In his place was a much older lady. When she asked me if I had found everything, I paused and went…
“You know… do you have anything on forensics?”
She paused thoughtfully, then replied with:
“As it happens, I got a book in today, that I didn’t know where to put it.”
I followed her to the Law section (by the way, this was before the influx of CSI fans and the subsequent forensic books) and she handed me a hardback heavy book. “The New York Police Department; Practical Homicide Investigation” (I can’t remember what edition I have is)
I decided on the spot to get it. I mean, could a symbol be any brighter? There I was wondering if I should go to school for forensics, and lo and behold a text book for the NYPD falls into my hands. I paid 20$ for it, at a time when 20$ meant the difference between me making rent that week. (Oh and I say it was a steal because I paid $20. To buy it, it’s $70+. YOWIE!!!)
I ended up not going to school at all, and most certainly wouldn’t have gone for forensics. I realized that I already had a late start, and the burn out rate is too high. I didn’t want to do that to myself. (Okay, I was afraid of failing)
I would have loved to be a lab geek. I wanted to do ballistics. Somewhere in a box I have an entire bag full of bullet casings because a friend knew I wanted to do ballistics. (I hope those haven’t been lost in the moves)
So maybe the Universe wasn’t telling me that I was supposed to become a forensic tech. I’m human. I can get the message wrong at times. This time I think I’ve got it though.
The many pages that got written last night were good pages. Opening up an entirely new world to me. A world I had tried to delve into previously, but with a twist. It didn’t work out. I decided I didn’t want to go that route. This time it’s different.
Hopefully we’ll see both of these stories finished this year. Hopefully you all will enjoy what I’m creating.
Hopefully I might someday become that big fish.