I’m working on one of those unintended consequences that come up with fiction. I invented unilateral marriage, and then unilateral marriage invented a dozen other things that are obvious, once you start thinking about it.
I’m not good at the whole true love thing. I either fall in love far too often, or not nearly enough. Either way, the score’s pretty bleak. True love, zero; interesting stories… well, more. I once gnawed off my own finger, escaping from a jeweler’s store.
So, obviously, I’ve created a culture in which one person decides they’re getting married whether the other person marries them back or not. Talk about commitment.
Never mind that. Unilateral marriage impacts the culture. Obviously. Now, being quite honest, most people are going to have some vague idea of their love interest’s **ahem** interest level before they marry them. So, in most cases, he marries her, and she marries him back rather quickly.
Not in all cases. And in those cases, where her affections are still up for grabs, more than one man might marry the same woman. (Who doesn’t have to marry either of them.) Interesting household.
Marriage affects paternity, property rights, and family reunions. And new things pop up all the time. (My Muse works on a sealed-orders, need-to-know basis.)
About the photo:
I have a leftover photo or two, so I’m throwing them out here as I go. This is a happy little lake that lives next door to the steel cranes I posted a while back. You’ll note there’s an extremely over-excited red barn in the background. He was so happy to be noticed, I just didn’t have the heart to tell him to get out of my shot.
I got a little bit of sun today, too. Nothing worth mentioning. Before the rain came.