Lately, thoughts about writing fiction have been occurring to me. It's not that I think of these thoughts from my own volition. They simply occur. I don't have an idea of a story to write, yet I seem to have a theme or a technique in mind. I don't know that this idea has ever been done before -- I'm guessing it has, but, anyway, the idea seems to keep going through my mind.
Here's what I mean: In this rambling of my mind, there are characters in a book or story, whoever they are, whatever they're doing, leading their lives in the present time in the story, and, yet, every once in a while, I, the author, insert something of the future.
For example, let's say that there's a popular college girl. She has boyfriends falling all over her, so many in love with her, so many proposals of marriage. Then, at some point in the present story, in parentheses, I insert something like this:
Who knew that she would never marry...
That's the idea.
About another character -- I don't even have a clue as to who this character might be --
Who knew he would be the first to die...
About another character --
Who knew that she would fall off the ends of the earth, and no one would ever know what happened to her...
This could apply to real life, of course. I could say about a real friend of mine from college:
Who knew that she would marry the captain of the hockey team and move to Canada?
I could say about another friend -- one of the three of us who hung out together:
Who knew she would be the first of us to die?
And about myself, who lived in such fantastic ignorance, making the same mistakes over and over again -- well, they certainly seemed like far-reaching mistakes -- I could say:
Who knew she would, of all the people in the world, take up Godwriting and...
I am wondering:
Does the present predict the future? Does it really? If so, it seems that the clues are hidden quite well and not predictable at all.