Wednesday, July 10, 2013

Scuttling My Ships

Like Hernán Cortés, the infamous conquistador, I have decided to scuttle my ships and march forward to meet my destiny at all cost. Knowing I would retreat at the first sign of unpleasantness, I ditched all my other options and chose one course – forward. There is no looking back.

Cortés took on the whole Aztec Empire against all odds, and succeeded in defeating two great leaders, Moctezuma and later Cuauhtémoc, thus claiming Tenochtitlán and the whole interior of Mexico in the name of God and king.

Or so he said at his trial.  

In reality, Cortés could care less for either (he was an immoral and greedy man), and his tactics and character left much to be desired, but his determination is admirable.

I love the whole bit about scuttling all the ships so his men had no other option but to go with him into battle (and possibly live), or to stay behind and let the hostile territory or its inhabitants kill them off one by one.  

Now that is what I call guts.

Last January I decided it was time to march forward and meet my own destiny.  No more writing as a hobby; it was now or never to make it my profession.  There will be no massacres (except those done grammatically), no backstabbing (well, maybe just a little envy for those already published), and no plundering (unless we count the millions of hours I could be spending cementing my marriage instead of rewriting Chapter Six).

Like Cortes, I am going for the gold.

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