Master of our fortunes

My husband and I grew up four blocks from each other, but never met till his last year of college.

Oh, but the story gets better:
  • We went to the same junior high, high school, junior college and finally university.
  • He watched me cheer at several of his sister’s basketball games, and I cheered for a stranger on the football roster because he was from my hometown.
  • His roommates came over to my apartment all the time. He even ate cookies I baked, but didn’t know the girl who made them.
  • I dated his best friend’s younger brother, and may have dated a few of his friends.

We crossed paths in dozens of ways over a ten-year period, but Fate took his time putting us on a collision course. Once we met, it only took three months to decide he was the perfect guy for me.

For me, Fate is real. It’s something I’ve experienced first hand. But man! As soon as you mention it in a written work, other writers, agents, and editors gag. Fate has become an easy out, a major cliche.

We shouldn’t use fate to explain everything. Too many coincidences are cheesy, but I’m a totally sucker for a serendipitous turn of fortune.

Am I alone in my love of a good twist of fate? Do you avoid using it when you write?

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