I enjoy going to the movies. I have since I was a kid. Now that I have children of my own, I find myself relishing the times that we see a film together. This past Sunday was one such time.
My oldest and I went to see R.I.P.D. It was an entertaining film, but that’s not the point I’m going for here. On the way to the theater my son was telling me all about what he thought would happen in the film. He created his own plot and supporting characters. It got me thinking.
I remember being a kid and looking forward to a movie coming out. Trying to figure out what would happen. Who would live? Who would die? What cheesy trick would they use to give us a happy ending?
At some point I started doing this with the books that I read. Guessing at the plot. Making up stories for the characters in my head when I wasn’t reading. Getting upset when the story didn’t go as planned.
These are all things I still do. I set expectations for everything. Books, movies, comics, candy bars. Everything. More often than not, my expectation of what will happen is way off. Some of this has to do with me. I’m not what one calls a middle of the road type thinker. Some of it has to do with my love of terrible cinema. Some of it is just bad luck. And sometimes I’m spot on. Those times are pretty cool.
Now I have a different kind of expectations. These are not related to movies and books that other people have created. They are related to my book. Some of them are probably unrealistic. Others are highly probable outcomes https://sandiegodowntown.com/. But the greatest thing, is that there will be someone out there coming up with their own ideas about my book. How will it end? What will the characters do? Why did I use that word instead of this other one that would fit much better?
That’s pretty awesome.