Writing Talk — Using The Stick-pile

What Do You Mean By “Using The Stick-pile”?

black metal canopy frameMany years ago, I was writing my first, first novel (which was never finished nor published).  Every free day I had, I’d visit my favorite coffee shop, find a comfortable nook, and continue working, with my laptop, on the chapter at hand.  One day some artist friends of mine stopped in at the coffee shop and we chatted and I told them about what I was doing.

As it turned out, I offered them a finished, printed chapter, which I had on hand, for them to read.  And they did, aloud, right at their table in the middle of the coffee shop.  When they had finished and returned the pages, one of my friends asked me about a particular passage in the chapter which described a dream, dreamt by the main character.  He asked:  “Are you planning to do more with that dream later in the book?”  The truth was I had not even thought about doing more with that dream; my view was that it had already served its one and only purpose.  But it got me to thinking:  Should I do more with that dream?  Have I raised a question in the mind of the reader which needs to be answered?  It felt like the answer to both those questions was yes!

What I eventually learned was that building a story can be compared to building a house or some other material structure.  When you begin your project, you have your two-by-four boards of lumber and your two-by-sixes and so on, all stacked nicely and ready to use.  Then you start cutting the boards into the right sized pieces to build your walls and gables and so on.  The odd pieces you cut and don’t use, you toss on the “stick-pile”.  But during the building process, there are many times when you return to the stick-pile for a piece of lumber that will serve whatever purpose you have at hand.

The same concept is true when building a story.  As you build your story, you will write “elements” of the story—scenes that support certain story “truths”.  For instance, let’s say that it is true that character, Bob, is character, Fred’s, brother-in-law.  And the reader knows this because you have written a scene in which Fred marries Kelly, Bob’s sister.  And maybe Bob blabs inappropriately while giving a toast at the wedding reception and causes an embarrassing moment for his sister.  At this point, you, as author, might be done with Bob; he’s had his little cameo and now you throw him on the stick-pile of your story.  Then later in the story, you find you need character, who has a tendency for “loose lips”—who discloses too much during conversations.  And you need this character to talk about Kelly’s past dating history.  Your first impulse may be to use a new character for this job, say a girlfriend of Kelly’s.  But—wait a minute—how about checking the stick-pile?  And lo and behold, there’s Bob, ready and willing, and he can do twice the job that some girlfriend of Kelly’s (whom the reader has never heard of before) could ever do.  Voila!  You’ve found exactly what you needed on the stick-pile.

What is important is that we remember every story element we’ve written in all our previous chapters, even if that element happened two-hundred pages earlier.  I’ll give you an example.

In my novel, Wanderer Come Home, I have two primary characters who are strangers to each other.  For twenty-four chapters, they do not meet.  But, of course, they must meet; it’s a very important event in the story.  And I know exactly the circumstances under which they will meet.  I could make the meeting a happenstance, a lucky accident but then that will mean they are total strangers and thus would not usually engage in any sort of deep conversation.  So how do most people meet each other?  They usually meet through a mutual friend or acquaintance, right?  And here was my problem:  Who could be that mutual acquaintance?  Well, it just so happened that a character I had thrown on the stick-pile worked perfectly.  So I ended up writing a happenstance meeting and an arranged meeting between these two characters.

But why is this sort of thing important? you may ask.  The short answer is: giving your reader plausible causes for events in your story makes the story a) more believable b) smarter and c) structurally more solid.  In real life, we know that events don’t normally happen out of the blue.  Usually, one thing leads to another which leads to another and so on and these connections have meaning for us.  Have you ever met the person who can—and does—tell you the whole history of how he and someone else came to know each other?  That person is just relating, out loud, what we all do in our heads.  Relationships have dimension; they are not flat.  If you write a story without dimensional relationships, your story will come across as flat to your reader.

Well this was a long one.  I’ll try to keep them shorter.  But please do add your comment below and join this conversation.

That’s good for now.

Dale

Writing Talk — The Moving Goalposts

What Are “Moving Goalposts”?

football stadiumGood Morning!  Well, let’s get right to it, shall we?

Here in the United States we have a saying:  “They keep moving the goalposts” by which we mean that what we think are the criteria at the beginning of a task for completing it, keep getting more and more added to them until it seems we will never reach the goal of finishing the task.

Let me give you an example related to writing.  My beginning goal for completing my first novel was to write a story of about eighty-thousand words, more or less.  I calculated that my finished novel would end up being about twenty chapters in length with each chapter weighing in at around 4,000 words.  (By the way, chapters can be as long or as short as you want them; there’s no standard length they should be; you fit the size to your own needs.)  But the more I wrote, the more I realized that I could not finish my story in twenty chapters or eighty-thousand words.  It was going to take a lot more.

My novel ended up growing to 53 chapters, plus a prologue and epilogue, and 195-thousand words—more than double of what I anticipated in the beginning.  There were many days, weeks, and months when I could not see the end of this project.  But I believe that “moving goalposts” is a common problem for most writers.

Right now, I can hear my high school English teacher saying:  “But Dale, if you had properly outlined your story beforehand, you could have easily met your original goal of finishing the novel in eighty-thousand words.”  Perhaps that is true.  But what kind of novel would I have ended up with?  Would it be at all interesting and full of life or would it have been boring and lifeless?  I don’t know.  But what I can say from experience is that the act of writing inspires ideas and ideas inspire divergence from the “sacred” outline.  (We’ll discuss outlines in another post.)  So, as a writer, you are often presented with a decision:  Do I stick with the outline or do I follow this flash of creative inspiration I’ve just had and diverge from the outline to use it?  Well, I’ve always chosen to go with the creative inspiration which has, time and again, moved the goalposts farther away from me finishing my novel.  But I think I’ve ended up with a damned good book for the extra trouble.

But let me know your thoughts on this topic by posting a comment, or ask a question, or relate a difficulty you’re currently dealing with as a writer.  All right?  So until tomorrow . . .

Salut!

Dale

Writing Talk — A New Feature

 

woman sitting in front of black table writing on white book near windowWriting Talk, What Is It?

Writing Talk is a new feature of this blog with the aim of encouraging fellow writers who are engaged in the daunting process of writing a full length book.  With Writing Talk, I will share some of what I have learned but would hope that WT evolves into a discussion about writing where you, as a writer, offer your insights and ideas as well.

My experience, in terms of number of books published, is not extensive.  Yet, I think what I have to offer can be useful to anyone trying to get around writer’s block or figuring out how to organize a story or develop a narrative voice or address any one of a score of other common writing hurdles.  And everyone is welcome.

If nothing else, I hope Writing Talk will give me the opportunity to speak about the craft I love — writing the novel — while at the same time, allow me to meet other serious scribblers.  If you are experiencing some general or specific difficulty with your own work, then please take a minute to describe your difficulty in a comment below.

I promise to address your comment and hope that what I can offer—and what others might add in the comments section—will help you on your writing journey.

Sometimes just knowing we are not the only person dealing with a particular type of difficulty is enough to get us recharged and moving again.  So how about it?  Will you give it a try?

My goal is to post a Writing Talk article every day.  So please do drop in and say hello from time to time.  And bring your coffee, tea, or wine and stay a while.

Dale

About Me Personally

By clicking on “The Author” tab above you can read about Dale Tucker, the author, which, as I mentioned in an earlier post, is a rather boring bio, suitable for the back matter of my novel.  But I have decided it is appropriate to add something to this site which gives you a bit more of a personal glimpse into the sort of person I am, or at least think myself to be.  Something which defines, a bit better, my values, if you will.

So you will notice I’ve added a new tab on the above menu which reads: “About Me”.  And tonight, I will post the contents of that page here so you may read them for yourself.  I’d like to know about you too, those of you who read this blog.  So please post a comment about yourself below; I will surely enjoy “meeting you” in a sense.

About Me

the-signatories-to-the-window-the-artist-at-the-window-19091-jpgportraitI have been told I over-think things, but at least I think about them.  I am a stubborn non-juggler which means I do one thing at a time.  I’m a tireless worker when the work interests me but an insufferable procrastinator when it doesn’t.  I ask too many questions because I love learning.  I enjoy the company of others but in small doses.  I can’t breathe without a certain amount of solitude.  I distrust authority mainly because it has never proven trustworthy.  I believe in undying loyalty but not blind loyalty.  I spring from peasant roots of which I am proud.

I love deeply, without reservation.  I love peace but will stand up for the downtrodden.  My heroes are John Ball, Robert Kett, and Gerrard Winstanley.  Henry David Thoreau is my favorite author.  My favorite work by him is “Wild Apples.”  Trees are my bards; birds are my minstrels; and Nature my guru.  The designation of “family” comes with the obligation of being good company – that which is enjoyable and not tedious.  But family, is a relationship not determined by blood; it is determined solely by how individuals accept and treat each other.

I am disgusted by smugness, entitlement, and narrow mindedness.  I accept religion where it is merciful, righteous, and loving.  I embrace both mushy love and firm responsibility.  I believe that greed is a symptom of psychological poverty and generosity is the true indicator of wealth.  I believe that children should play outside and don’t need cell phones or electronic devices. I believe everyone should dream at night and during the day whenever possible.

There’s more I can say, but I think you’ve gotten a picture of who I am.  I take it for granted you know I’m a writer.  My genre is literary fiction.  Two of my favorite jobs, aside from writing, have been managing a music store and teaching international adult students English.  Yep, now I’m certain I’ve said enough.

Art Credit: The Artist At The Window  (1909) — Paul Klee

Public Domain Art Resources

Claude Monet (French, 1840 – 1926), The Bridge at Argenteuil, 1874, oil on canvas, Collection of Mr. and Mrs. Paul Mellon 1983.1.24

Well, a few days ago I posted a resource I use for finding free ebooks in the public domain.  And that has attracted a good response from readers.  So today, I thought I’d offer you something else which I use regularly:  I want to offer you two resources I use to find public domain art images.

Public domain images are good for a couple of reasons: 1) So much fine art is stored away in museums and private collections and never viewed by the public.  This is a shame.  But art institutions are now making images of these artworks available and free to the public to download and enjoy!  I use public domain images as computer screen wallpaper but that brings me to reason 2) If you have a blog or website or you need a beautiful image for the cover of the new book you’ve written, you are allowed to use public domain images for these purposes also.  And there are other ways you may use PD images but I’ll leave it up to you to read up on public domain permissions, but I will say the uses are very liberal.  I will add, however, different countries, as I understand it, may have different criteria for what qualifies as “public domain” and what is not.  So keep that in mind.

So let’s get to the resources I want to mention.

The first is The National Gallery of Art which is a U. S. government institution.  The link takes you to their “Open Access” homepage.  Use the “Browse the Collection” button on that page to view their huge collection of images.  Also, here is the quick link to their Open Access Policy which is useful to read.

The second resource I’ll offer is WikiArt: Visual Art Encyclopedia.  (The link takes you to their homepage.)  But only some of their collection is public domain.  However, it’s quite easy to know which images are because each image is clearly marked “public domain” in the text right below the image itself if it is indeed public domain.  See HERE for example.  As a general rule of thumb, when I’m looking through the images, if the date of the image is 100 years old or older, it is probably in the public domain.  But always go to the image itself and see if it has the public domain label beneath the image first before you use it.

Also, in the WikiArt collection, if you click on the label, “public domain” when it appears beneath the image, you’ll get a popup box which reads as follows:

This Young Gal Wowed Me

people playing violin inside dim room

I found this video a couple of weeks ago.  The young musician, featured in the video, plays a beautifully haunting selection of music with such mastery that when I heard it the first time it brought me to tears.

I was deeply moved.  Perhaps you could use a bit of inspiration today with whatever work you are doing.  If that’s the case, give this video a try and be inspired and awed—as I was.

Here’s the link to the YouTube video. Enjoy!

Wow!

Great Free eBook Resource

Henry David Thoreau

Over the weekend, I rediscovered a great resource for free public domain ebooks, a huge library of them.  The resource is “Wikisource: Authors” and here’s the link to the index page of authors.  So I spent a happy evening last night downloading to my tablet EPUB formatted copies of several books I want to read.  I wanted EPUB formatting for my device but they also had MOBI for Kindle and PDF too, I believe.  I stocked up so today I began reading John Steinbeck’s Tortilla Flat which I haven’t read before.   I also filled out my collection of Thoreau’s work.  Hope you have as much fun as I did finding books you’ve always wanted to read.  And, btw, the books I downloaded look really good and work well, too, on my device (not all the books I’ve gotten from other sources on the internet do).

Finding the Spring of Life Again

body of water near rocks   I was age 51 when I found myself facing a personal crisis of sorts.  It was winter and I was walking the levee in the community where I lived.  I remember it being a very cold day.  The crisis was that I did not know where my life was going and I felt that up until that point I had wasted my life—not for lack of trying but because it seemed that everything I had tried failed.  The river beside which I walked and the sky overhead both were gray, as were the dry hills around me.  The setting reflected my mood.

What shall I do? I thought.  What can I do? was the better question because so many years of opportunity lay behind me.  As I walked and pondered this question, I realized that I had not really followed my heart—not often enough, anyway.  It seemed that each time I had encountered a crossroads and had to make a major decision of some sort that, instead of following my intuition, I would do what I thought was “acceptable” in the minds of others.  And part of those decisions, I realized, was to avoid the label of being called “selfish”.  Apparently, I equated selfishness with following my gut, my intuition, my best judgement.  Consequently, over and over again, my efforts failed and I found myself facing another dead end—just as I faced that day on the levee.  And now I was alone; no emotional or familial network I could look to for support.

I thought of a dozen decisions in the past that I should have made differently but what good was that to me now? I wondered.  More than half my life, gone.  And how much more time did I have, anyway?  Forty years?  Thirty years?  Less?  But even more perplexing was the thought that perhaps I could no longer know what my heart wanted; I had denied it for so long that my heart had given up on ever changing my path.  I had lost confidence in my own decision-making faculty.  So this is what people mean when they say “I had to find myself” I thought.  I, too, had lost the person I started as.  But when did that Dale disappear? I asked.  So I started tracing my steps back in time:  When was the last time I felt completely myself, like I really knew who I was?

Back and back into my history I went until I discovered the time when my spring of life was clear, un-muddied.  I realized that it was somewhere between the ages of 8 and 11 that I started trying to be the person others wanted me to be and also began believing some of the ways they characterized me and my personality, though I never really thought their characterizations were accurate.  But why would they be wrong?  They saw me from the outside so obviously that was what I projected.  I hope you recognize the flaw in that last statement.

So back to the day on the levee.

What I realized I had to do were two things:  1) I would have to find the Dale who was eight years old again.  Who was he?  What was he like?  And 2) I would simply have to start over, act as if I’m a teen—say someone who is 13 years old, only with much more experience—and build a life with whatever time I had left.  So at age 51, I decided to become 13 again and make the choices my intuition would suggest and stop worrying about how other people (who didn’t really know me) label me.  That’s precisely what I’ve done and, I have to say, it’s worked out pretty well for me so far.  By the way, I’m presently 29 years old in my new life!

Upon This Path Together

Note: I wrote this post just after publishing Wanderer as an ebook with Smashwords.  I was not entirely satisfied with that edition of the novel so discontinued it.  But the post itself expresses exactly what I feel for my Love. — DT

I want to pause a minute to say that this day (of having my first novel published) could not have been possible without the abiding support, care, and love of one person:  Her name is Kathryn.  Writing a book (as some of you know) demands a great deal of time and focus and without those two elements a book simply is not possible.  On a practical level it means hundreds of hours sitting in front of a computer screen and blocking out everything—and everyone—except that screen and one’s own thoughts.  It feels selfish at times to devote so much time and emotional energy to such a project.  But Kathryn has given me the time and space I’ve needed to do just that.  And that is no small gift.  In fact, she’s encouraged me to keep working, to my heart’s content, and finish the project which, finally, I have.

But she has done more than that.  She has listened to hundreds of readings of chapters, still in progress, and entered the world of the story with me and grown to love its characters as much as I do.  She has cheered me when I was discouraged, brought me innumerable cups of coffee and saucers of cookies when I would not leave the computer to eat, and unselfishly applauded every tiny but significant advance towards the ultimate completion of this work.  Not once has she complained about the lawn going without mowing—which it has done often—or any of the other neglects for which I’m guilty.  Instead, she has adapted her world to mine.

person walking on pathway between trees during daytime

Kathryn has walked with me on this path every step of the journey and without her Wanderer Come Home would only still be a hope but not a reality.  So, thank you, Kathryn!  You are such a sweet and gentle soul—one I can never live without.  God bless you, my Love!

Dale

Great News!

UPDATE:  Wanderer Come Home has passed the vetting process and will now be available through a number of major ebook retailers such as Barnes & Noble, Apple, Kobo, Scribd and others!  Check out the PURCHASE MY COPY tab above to see if your favorite retailer sells Wanderer.

I have uploaded an ebook version of Wanderer Come Home to Smashwords and it has been accepted for publication, though it is presently still in the vetting process (I believe to see if it meets standards for wider distribution?).

man jumping on the middle of the street during daytime

The release date is Monday, August 15th 2022; that’s when it will be available for purchase.  Only 11 days away!  But the book is already listed at the Smashwords retail store where you can read a sample of Wanderer and pre-order it.  See HERE.

I will keep you updated as things develop.  I am so very excited!  This book has been three years in the making and now, finally, I can share it with others like you who love a good story as much as I do.

Thank you for checking out Wanderer Come Home at Smashwords and please leave comments.

Dale

Thoughts On the eBook Journey

Mid-October, last year, I “finished” my novel.  I had final edited it—the entire book—and believed the work was in its final form.  So, at that time, I began looking for a literary agent.  Of course, before that, I had done some research into Literary Agencies already, but in October I began looking for a representative in earnest.  I did not look far before I realized that finding an agent for my book was going to take months, if not years.  This was true for a number of reasons but primarily 1) I’m a new writer on the scene, 2) at the time, I had no social media presence, and 3) my book is larger than publishers like to deal with.  At that point, I let the manuscript just “rest” on a shelf and turned my attention to other domestic activities.  This was a good thing to do.

Then, a few weeks ago, April, a relative of mine, showed an interest in reading my novel.  But all I had to offer her was my heavy manuscript and, besides, she was used to reading books in ebook form.  The paper manuscript just would not work in this case.  But having April, a member of a book club who reads a good number of books each year, read my work would certainly be an advantage to me and the work.  So this motivated me to look into creating some sort of ebook I could offer her.

As I began working on formatting my novel into ebook form, I realized that this was the ideal first step for publishing my work.  I would maintain complete artistic control, I could afford publishing the work, and I would retain full copyright authority of the book as well.  All three of these are important to me.  So what began as a way to give April an ebook version of my novel has turned into a publishing strategy and I feel very good about it.

But each time I read chapters of my novel in ebook form, I saw the writing in a new light and I spotted mistakes I didn’t realize were there.  For this reason, copy editing has taken multiple chapter readings and careful combing and re-combing of paragraphs to make sure the prose reads just the way I want it to.  And this process is taking me longer than I expected but I know it will be well worth the extra time in the end.  And yes, copy editing is a very different skill and process than creating an interesting story.  Both are necessary, of course, but I must confess I prefer the creativity part much more.

See you around the block.

Coffee Shop Discussions

black trike parked near soter

One thing I miss and that I used to enjoy a great deal was meeting a couple of friends at the coffee shop or the quirky bar for a discussion about Art.  As a painter and living in a town where I knew more people, this was a fairly regular thing for me.  And the discussions got heated when we talked about what was or wasn’t art or I remember one discussion in particular:  Is there such a thing as “absolute truth”?  That was fun.

Regardless of whether or not we agreed with each other, our friendships seemed to only grow stronger with each face-to-face argument we had and, yes, arguments are what they were.  We sharpened our intellectual and philosophical swords while jousting with each other.  Were we scholars?  Not really.  You don’t have to be a scholar to engage in arguments about the so called Big Questions in life.  And why do we avoid the big questions in life?  We all deal with them almost every day.  Why not tell someone about that little curiosity you observed in Nature in your own backyard that seems to confirm the existence of God?  Why not ask: Is there an absolute Truth or is everything in the universe a haphazard sequence of coincidences?

I surmise that we don’t talk about the big questions in life because we have—many of us have—lost the art of conversation.  We’ve forgotten how to crack a funny comment just when the tension gets too much and the conversation threatens to go to the dark side.  We’ve forgotten that it’s all right to capitulate on our position—to give ground—in order not to anger or humiliate our friend and that we should never, never resort to insult in stressing our point.  We seemed to have lost these dialogue strategies which our grandparents where quite comfortable with and made use of all the time.  So instead of relearning how good conversation works, we continue to lengthen the list of taboo subjects which we refuse to approach, to the point that we can no longer talk about anything, except the weather, sports, and our latest purchasing experience.  How boring!

But I believe for the mental health of society, we are going to have to relearn the techniques of the Art of Conversation.  And we will have to relearn that always being right and vitriol have no place in the human-to-human exchange of ideas, that respect for the person you’re talking to trumps winning the argument and that it is your sense of humor which attracts others to your side.

So here, I offer this point of view.  I invite you to disagree with me in the comments, if you do.  Let’s talk without rancor and enjoy the experience.  Shall we?  Or we could talk baseball, instead.

Here’s My Boring Bio

So, here’s the bio which will appear in the “end matter” of my novel.  End matter is a new term for me; so I’m having fun using it; but I think you know what end matter is: it’s that extra junk they include at the end of the story which you might read if a) the book is interesting enough to finish and b) you really, really enjoyed the story.  But if you’re a writer like me, you probably read the end matter first, to see what the author is all about.  Bios, however, are notoriously bland and uninformative and they all, pretty much, sound the same.  I’ll admit, mine isn’t much different.

I suppose the reason bios are bland and uninformative is because authors are generally recluses—we’re not all that comfortable with strangers (like the people who make up our audiences).  Don’t get me wrong, we like people and we love our audiences.  We just don’t like spending too much time around them.  We like solitude better.  In that, we’re different from celebrities.  So the bio kind of reflects that, the fact that we prefer solitude, I mean.  Maybe I’ll say more about this another time; I just thought you deserved an explanation as to why the “About the Author” sections are so boring.  You do know, probably, that authors are often colorful characters, despite their bios?

Anyway, here’s mine:

about the author

A native of California, Dale Tucker spent much of his childhood in Palo Alto and Fresno before the family moved to north-central Idaho in the late 1960s.  Over the next four decades, he graduated high school, raised a family, earned a degree in English, and explored a number of career paths, including church minister, abstract painter, and museum curator.  2006 saw the redirection of his artistic energies as he transitioned from painting to writing with a focus on literary fiction.  Themes that appeal particularly to Dale are issues related to poverty, simplicity of living, and spirituality.  Wanderer Come Home is his first novel and addresses all three of these themes.

Dale is currently retired and spends his time writing, cooking, Nature-watching, and gardening at his home, sheltered in the foothills of the Appalachian Mountains of North Carolina with his soulmate, Kathryn, and his Manx cat, Dill.

About The Novel

I’d like to give you some flavor of the novel which I’m in the final stages of preparing for publication through Smashwords in ebook form.  Whew!  That was a mouthful.  The title of the novel is Wanderer Come Home.

Our main character is 70-year-old Axel Browne.  The story takes place in 2018 and early 2019.  Axel is a veteran of the Vietnam War and served in 1967-1968 and was wounded the day before the famous Tet Offensive by the North Vietnamese Army.  But this is not a war story.  So there you have the broad strokes which define our Axel Browne.  Oh, but I forgot one important thing:  Upon returning home from the war, Axel could not reenter society in the traditional sense which means he had no desire to live the way most Americans live—with careers, bills, mortgages, and the rest.  Instead, he decided to become a wanderer—a homeless person who travels wherever his boots take him.

This type of life suited Axel well, however, because he was in search of something—or, I should say, someone—but even his friends did not know this about him.  He did not tell them about his search because, first of all, it was a very personal thing and, second, if he discussed it with anyone, they would probably think him touched, or something.  Now, at the beginning of our story, Axel realizes he’s probably already lost whatever opportunity he might have had, over his lifetime, of finding the girl for whom he has searched so long.  Oh, did I say “girl”?  Well, okay then, that’s right.  He has looked for a girl who, of course, now, would be a mature woman in her late fifties.

But there’s a second character who enters our story early on.  His name is Hunter Carr.  He’s in his late forties, happily married, and has been speedily climbing the ladder-to-success.  As the story opens, Hunter has reached the pinnacle of his career, to date, when, in a freak accident, he drowns in his own swimming pool.  With the drowning, he experiences what people call: “a near death experience” or NDE.  He revives from the drowning but the NDE messes up his perceptions of reality, success, and life in general.  Everyone who matters to Hunter, of course, wants him to “recover” which means they want him to return to the same person he was before the pool accident.  The problem is he can’t.

Axel and Hunter do meet eventually under unusual circumstances.  But both men change the other’s life, unknowingly and profoundly, even before they meet in person for the first time.

It’s a story about how some of our mundane, everyday decisions accumulate to have life changing consequences.  But we never know which decisions change our fate or if they are somehow predestined.  And when our lives are changed profoundly, what do we do then?

See you around the block.