a turquoise flower

So, I'm really ecstatic about this Star Wars story I'm writing. It's a prompt response to the theme 'song' at the_circlet, except I'm 1,592 words (and that's a LOT for me to write in a mere week) into the story, and the theme hasn't shown up yet. I'm kinda worried, but not really. I'm thinking of how to tie in the song theme at the end, so hopefully it'll all get worked out in the end. *crosses fingers* (However, if it doesn't, then I'll just start writing something new for the theme.)

I'm just SO happy because it's the kind of story, that as a Padme/Anakin shipper, I'd like to read. And I've managed, somehow, to include Obi-Wan and Bail Organa, which also makes me happy because they're awesome characters. Y/Y? The only thing is I've had to be vague about somethings (particularly the main plot which inspired me), but hopefully the vagueness won't hurt the story?

My muse has been exceptionally good to me this week. I will hopefully be able to finish it all up and post it during the weekend.

Anyway, just wanted to document this rare occurrence of where a story actually goes the way I plan, and makes me all giddy just thinking about it. (Who knows when it'll happen again...)
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Remembering

Soft grey ghosts crawl up my sleeve
to peer into my eyes
while I within deny their threats
and answer them with lies.

Mushlike memories perform
a ritual on my lips
I lie in stolid hopelessness
and they lay my soul in strips.

Maya Angelou

From: Pocket Poems selected by Paul B. Janeczko
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