Pondering Killing Hitler

So finally the Doctor ends up in a room with Hitler. The year is 1938. The Doctor or one his companions could kill Hitler. Imagine. You may think you’d never kill anyone, but would you kill Hitler in 1938?

Imagine Poland never invaded. America never liberating Paris. London never going through the Blitz. And millions of people living the whole of their lives.

What would the world be like today? How would Churchill be remembered? What would’ve happened in Russia? Would the Japanese have bombed Pearl Harbor?

How do you imagine the world would be different and where is this parallel universe?

And I want to add…um, Stephen Moffat? He’s writing (as in writing and/or in charge of) two, TWO, shows with iconic British characters. The Doctor and Sherlock Holmes. Imagine being responsible not just for your characters, but famous and indelible and amazing and loved characters. He’s right when he says it is insane. What am I complaining about?

Challenges in Creating Your Own Parallel Universe

Have you ever created a parallel universe?

‘Tisn’t easy.

If a writer is famous, said writer will have things like interviews. You would click on Famous Writer’s website, and there would be links to such interviews. Obviously, I can’t actually link to The New York Times or some parallel universe equivalent. And a blog doesn’t allow you to dramatically alter a blog page to look like a newspaper…and while I can create a newspaper type document on my laptop, I can’t post it in a blog post because the fonts, columns, pictures, etc. won’t simply copy into the post.

I also have an idea for the characters of the novels to contribute…but for similar formatting reasons can’t pull that off either.

Free blogs don’t really have that much flexibility (freedom for imagination), do they? Hence the free.

I’m not even sure a regular paid-for website could do what I want. Certainly not on my budget–my budget being $0. This project isn’t going to make me any money after all, so taking money from our there-is-no-money-for-random-projects budget isn’t going to happen.

If you’ve any thoughts or suggestions, please tell me.

My parallel universe might not be as vast as I’d like. Not at the moment anyway.

P.S. And to make the parallel universe interesting, it has to have a story. Reading about the daily routine of a famous writer isn’t much more interesting than listening to the daily routine of an unknown writer. So…something else has to happen over there.

All the same, my parallel universe is here.

I’m deluded and that’s okay. (I angst all night and I worry all day.)

On those American Idol tryouts you see those people who believe they can sing. They sing their best with all their dreams flung about for the world to see and then are told how awful they are. And they are awful. Perhaps you’ve laughed at their self-delusion. Perhaps you’ve cringed.

Actually, I’ve never watched the show, but I’ve seen enough clips over the years to get the idea.

Then I wonder if I’m the writerly version of those deluded contestants.

Rejection from agents and literary magazines doesn’t mean you can’t write–no more than a lover deciding not to marry you means you can’t find the right partner later. Maybe you just have to start asking the right people out. Or go into therapy. Or realize you really would make a terrible life partner.

Hey, life partnership isn’t for everyone. Why does it need to be?

There are the numbers. Pesky things. Number of books out there. Number of readers. Everyone can’t be a bestseller.

Hey, bestsellerdom isn’t for everyone.

If you’re willing to keep going in spite of the rejections and the critics, stop making fun of other deluded people. Just a thought.

So. Speaking of deluded people. I’m famous in a parallel universe. See for yourself. Click on the Time Vortex.

Crazy Writer Alert

So. Here’s the thing. I’ve decided I’m a famous writer in a parallel universe. If this real world isn’t going to read my work, then my world will.

my parallel universe

Right?

Of course.

Prove me wrong.

So, I’ve got a new blog, Famous in Parallel Universe. You could subscribe or leave my parallel self a comment. Some friends are even writing me letters to use on the site–they are either writing as themselves or as who they are in this parallel universe. And if you’ve got any ideas, let me know.

And if you think I’m crazy, don’t let me know that.

The site is a work-in-progess, so you never know what might be different with each visit. The travel to a parallel universe is volatile after all.