Intentions are one thing, while results are often something else entirely. At first glance this distinction may be trivial, or if it’s not wholly ambiguous, then it’s at least quite simple. Anyone who reads the first sentence in this post and responds with a short, “Obviously!” can be forgiven because I needed quite a while for the full measure of the idea to settle into my mind, as an author and also as man who enjoys thinking about all sorts of things.
Let me elaborate with a few phrases. Results are what is, in the real world. Intentions, most often, are idealized concepts that never intersect reality. Results are the final product of choices, while intentions define the means to an end goal which may remain the stuff of fables. What is desired or conceived in the minds of man, may be among the most elusive goals possible, for the nature of life makes the construction of an absolute ideal impossible. There are physical limitations which severely restrict the scope of human power and on top of that, competing interests force, at best a circumstantial modification of any idealized vision for a “Brave New World,” as penned by Aldous Huxley. Of one thing we may be certain; the future of this world is speculative, probabilistic, and uncertain. Even if Albert Einstein was right in saying, “God does not play dice,” the fact of the matter is humans have no other hand to play.
Fortunately, these relationships are intuitively true almost as much as they are axiomatically correct. Most authors either understand this thoroughly (and there’s a great deal more of the comparison than I can possibly make available in this post) or they have an inkling of the ideas and thus manage to affix plausibility to their plots. (That said, the easiest way to sell a counter-intuitive component of a story is to walk the fine line of having characters unfazed by its arrangement or presence while still providing an idea that may sound ludicrous if plainly stated.)
Now and then, it is good to run across an author who appears to have a firm grasp on the differences between intentions and results. Jarrett Rush may be just such an author, though this is all inferred from reading his gripping story, Chasing Filthy Lucre.
Weber Rexall is a tough guy who knows what it takes to survive in a world that has lost any government except for a massive corporation, perhaps stepping up to fill the void left by the downfall of the traditional bodies. He’s willing to put on fake fights or subject himself to real ones in order to get by, where ‘getting by’ is breathing for another day and maybe grabbing a buzz off an innovative stimulant.
Scraping a meager existence together can be such a drag, so Rexall decides to snag a little extra Lucre on the side in the illicit markets. All good, right? Many people do very well in the black markets, as anyone who’s read Wiseguy has realized. If you can hold off from getting yourself whacked, you probably have a decent income on top of keeping your skull intact.
Eventually though, things can turn south pretty quick, but Rexall isn’t the type who will back away from a stack of cash just because the life involves some risk. Can’t make a few bucks without being the guy willing to take on the hard assignments. He just wants to know what he’s getting himself into. And if he’s really interested, nothing, not even a total lack of funding, will keep him from completing the task.