Carrie Fisher

I don’t know how old i was the first time i saw Star Wars… Maybe 6? Something like that. It was new. Or relatively so, but it came out in the theater when i was barely conscious. Probably unconscious… As in too young to even know. But it was one of those things i grew up into. I don’t know how. It was like… like it made up the air i breathed. Like… well… A Force, i’d reckon. It permeated everything. It flowed through things.

I remember i had a huge stack of Topps Star Wars playing cards before i’d even seen the movie. My collection of Kenner Star Wars action figures was already growing rapidly – even though i didn’t know any of the characters or what they represented or who they were.

And then i saw it. It was at a drive in. I was supposed to be asleep. A double feature with the Rescuers… which i was allowed to watch. Star Wars… no. but i did anyway. Of course.

The Force, such as it was, hasn’t abated in me since. I’m now 42. There was a period of time there when it came under assault… if you’re a fan, you know of the dark times i speak. We don’t talk about them.

But now, the Force has been reawakened. The resistance grows. Now, just when the Empire seems it’s on it’s ascendency once again, we’ve found a new hope.

But then there’s this.

Our Princess is gone.

She will always be royalty.

When you’re six years old you aren’t blessed with a great store of negative representation. There’s nothing formed in you. You are but a little Padawan… learning the ways of the force at the hands of film, books, tv. With luck, you get some excellent guidance at the hands of little green creatures who spend their time in swamps – sometimes playing banjo to some wayward alligators and Dom Deluise. Sometimes by stealing your food. But i was unformed. They taught me.

Let’s just say that, when i was six, i didn’t know how important the representation of Leia was. I didn’t have an abundance of knowledge about how Princesses were supposed┬áto be. She taught me. More than anyone else. Princesses don’t need saving. In fact, they will save your butt. Sometimes by forcing you into the garbage chute to discover grand new incredible smells, sometimes by blasting away at the stormtroopers so you can escape. That was a princess. They weren’t… still aren’t… wilting flowers waiting for a rescuer. I had yet to discover the Disney Princesses who did that. And when i did… i compared them to her. Still do.

So… yeah. May the Force be with you Carrie. You’d seen the dark side. But you came through your trials with humor and grit. And an entire generation owes you for seeing what princess CAN be. We’re still learning. The empire, and the dark side, is strong. But we’re the resistance. We’ll remember.

Twas the Day After Christmas…

Would you believe i have the day off of work? I do. The week in fact. It’s the first time that’s ever happened that i can remember and i am using it to do what? Oh… that’s right. Work. Such is the life of a writer. You really aren’t ever NOT at work. But that’s the life i’ve chose and i would rather be getting paid to do that than anything. Really…

Anyway. Today, after i manage to finish off the edits on the website (which is still VERY MUCH under construction) i may need a little nap. But after that i am going to be working on the Amrigar novel. Yes. It is almost done. Really. But, here’s the thing about writing a big novel: it can get to be a slog. So how do you address the slog? Well… you pull up your britches and keep working, that’s how.

First drafts, with me, are horrendously problematic. It seems i ALWAYS get to this point somewhere along the line. It gets to feel like a job and you become more and more conscious of the fact that it IS a draft and just how much work still needs to be done, and how much will be rewritten entirely. That can seriously weigh on you. Which might be why my fans (few though there are) scream at me constantly to get things finished. It’s work. Good work, but still very much work.

My new technique to deal with this is to have about a dozen projects all open at once. But this pretty much guarantees that you never finish anything. So… the NEW new plan is to finish. Just finish. Kill off what’s in front of you. Get it done. If you’re in the middle of an edit. Finish the edit. If you’re in the middle of a draft, finish that.

Here’s hoping it works. I’m really excited about Amrigar and hope you all love it too. Just be patient. I will finish them faster than Martin, i promise, but that means they have to be in more or less a state of completion BEFORE i get them out there. All of them. Which means i’m not writing one book. I’m writing all three. That way they’re ready faster.

I’m hoping to have the first of the Amrigar novels, The Last Maguffin, available this year. The next will be The Great Red Herring… maybe… tentative title.