I generally avoid commenting on political or popular events, but today I cannot ignore the soul-crushing news.
Star Wars was one of the most important parts of my childhood. It thrilled me, entertained me, but even more importantly it helped forge my morality and imagination. Princess Leia and Luke Skywalker were my mentors; Han Solo was more popular, but I was always drawn to more straight forward righteousness. Star Wars showed that the potential of stories was endless; it made me want to be a storyteller myself.
Carrie Fisher died today. Being a person who swims the waves and riptides of science fiction and fantasy, this death has hit me harder than any other this year. It has actually brought me to tears. I’m not sure how to deal with losing such a key part of my world.
Carrie Fisher and the iconic character she played were both strong women who struggled against the worst life could send against them–and triumphed. They are inspirational in their perseverance, their light. It would only be right to continue telling stories, to continue to let their powerful influence be felt in my work and the work of others, to encourage my peers to live up to their example.
Leia’s DNA weaves through many of my characters, and will continue to do so. I guess that’s how I can deal with this misery.
The Resistance continues without you General!