See the previous re-writes of the Star Wars prequels here:
Episode I “The Phantom Menace”
Episode II “The Clone Wars”
I hope you’ve enjoyed this perversion of the prequels. Wait. That sounds terrible. I mean, I’ve really just been scratching an itch I’ve had for a decade. Ok… that didn’t sound good either.
Confession time: I’ve written Star Wars fan fiction before (mostly when I was a kid), but I never tried to fix something Lord Lucas made. I felt honored to at least have more Star Wars films, even if they didn’t quite catch the original magic of that first trilogy.
But here we are. I can’t stop now. We must reach cathartic completion of this prequel trilogy.
When I started posting my artwork online at Behance, I didn’t get much response over it. A few friends looked it over, some had some nice comments for me, and it garnered a few appreciations from the community. But for the most part, nobody encouraged me to keep going. People aren’t generally wired for that. Most of us go about our daily lives looking for ways to encourage ourselves and enrich our lives. This isn’t selfishness. It just is how we keep ourselves going in life. If you were to only focus on others, you’d neglect yourself.
Send someone a message in a bottle today. Encourage those around you!
Narratives and the characters that drive them are icebergs. What I mean is this: the things that happen on the surface are driven by what is far beneath the mirky, cold waters. Most people will say that we are icebergs with a small upper surface, then everything else beneath us. But I think it behooves the writer to see that we can break that down a bit further to make our narratives richer. Continue reading
How to Forgive
I wanted to name this post: How to Forgive (even when you don’t want to and it hurts a lot and they’re being a butt), but I felt that might’ve gotten away from me.
Forgiveness is hard. It does hurt. And they probably are being a butt.
THE LAST JEDI
Tilt down to Starkiller Base. Han feels like he has been falling forever. He tumbles into the darkness of a seemingly never-ending pit. Han feels at his torso, the slight hole throbbing like an old imperial probe. His wound was cauterized by the lightsaber blade from his son, the infamous Kylo Ren.
Down and down he falls, tumbling down the rabbit hole. His mind searches for answers. How could he save his son?
Finally, he lands. On a mountain of fluffy Porgs.
Han Solo is alive, atop a bed of fluffy Porgs. He rolls over until he meets the dusty earth of the cavernous floor. He looks up. Starkiller base is imploding. The First Order is on the run. They have succeeded.
There is no time to celebrate for Han. The cavern is closing in around him. The roofs caves in, and, just before the mountainous rock strikes him, Han can be heard uttering his last words.
I like to leave this figurine on my desk at work. It’s mostly because I’m a kid at heart, but it also has a certain context for me. Underneath the ordinary, there is a superman (or woman). We have a power in ourselves that we have a tendency to ignore or deny.
So you may not have a phone booth to transform in, but, you should know, that you are superman. You have the ability to make a difference in anything you touch.
Carry on, mild mannered reporters. And when the situation calls on you, take a proactive role in what is going on around you!
It’s 8:45pm, my daughter is asleep, and I’m staring at my laptop screen wondering if I can muster the courage to type some words into a scene. My current WIP (work in progress for the uninitiated) needs “more”, and I’m sitting here wondering if I will fall asleep before I can make something of a scene that I had a hard first run-through. Continue reading