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Showing posts with label Star Wars. Show all posts

Wednesday, October 1, 2025

I Have to Face It

 “Life is what happens while you are making other plans.” –John Lennon, “Beautiful Boy”

 

And look at what a sweet potato contributed to our plant basket. It’s growing no matter what.


 

 I have something new to think about regarding the Star Wars Trilogy.

 Star Wars writer George Lucas made “The Force” a household phrase.

 And it has presented the idea that some people are born with more of it than others.

 And it can be inherited.

 Well, well, well, that leaves some of us poor peons out, doesn’t it?

 

In speaking with a teenager, I noticed that they believed in a “Dark Side,” as if darkness were a tangible entity.

 

Darkness is the absence of light.

When you enter a dark room, you turn on the light switch.

 When you turn it off, it is dark.

 There is no dark switch.

The sun emits light. It is a source of light. It creates light within itself through a series of atomic reactions that generate heat and, consequently, light. Most of what we call stars are suns. The planets are reflective bodies. (How can that be? A barren piece of dirt lights up? It beats me.) And we’ve seen pictures of the Earth glowing as seen from outer space.

 Move away from the sun, and it gets colder and dimmer until it is cold and dark.

 Hold up a mirror and you can reflect light. Light reflects on water and metal objects. If a cloud obscures the sun, it appears to darken it, but it doesn’t put out the light; the light is shining behind it.

 After we discovered we could move electrons along a wire (electricity), we could attach a light bulb to the end of it and have light. (Thomas Edison discovered 1,000 ways not to make a light bulb, until he finally hit on the idea—a wire whose electrons were dancing, excited, moving, would glow. It was hot. Heat puts out light.  (It was more complicated than that. He had to encase it in a glassed-in vacuum.)

I had to go into the house and ask my husband about electricity, and when we tried to reverse engineer it, we ended up with FIRE.

 Fire gave humans a way to light up the world. Energy. Heat. Light. That glowing ember would warm us, cook our food, and light the cave.

 Learn how to make fire, or a way to carry it away from a forest fire.

Find substances that would burn and can be contained. Ah ha, a torch. A Candle.

Remember, there is no dark switch.

 It is only the absence of light.

 

We use the metaphor of light and dark to represent good and evil.

 

The Force are words taken from The Source, which is in all of us.

 1.     Yesterday, a precious friend lost her life to Pancreatic cancer. She was a “Soul sister.” I miss her already.

      2. Today, I ventured into Internet territory, and bumped into another lost hero—Jane Goodall passed away today, October 1, 2025. I have followed that lady’s career ever since she was a young woman who had the dedication and fortitude necessary for the anthropologist David Leaky to take a chance on a young secretary and send her into the jungle to study chimpanzees. She changed how we define human beings, who were once described, among other things, as tool users. Well, Ms. Goodall discovered that so are chimpanzees. 

 

    Through her field observations and books, Jane Goodall became a legend.

 

 

3.  “Dearly beloved, we are gathered here today to celebrate the life of the electric vehicle tax credit.”Gone now:  Up to $4,000 off electric and hybrid vehicles.

 I wanted a little electric car my husband and I could bop around town in, but opted to have the pickup repaired instead. Now I have lost the chance for that reduction in the sale price.

 However, this past year, our daughter and I bought a hybrid after our car croaked.  

 “Former President Joe Biden, in 2022, as part of the Inflation Reduction Act, for the duration of its three-year life, the electric vehicle tax credit eased the financial burden for manufacturers and consumers as Americans embarked on the transition from fossil fuel-dependent cars to the more climate-friendly electric option.”— Ece Yildirim, Published September 30, 2025.

 

There is light shining behind the darkest cloud.

Thursday, June 26, 2025

On Movies, Writing, and Titles, Oh My

Help, It's the Dark Side

 

Blog June 24, 25

Well, last night, I made it halfway through the Star Wars Movie Prequel III: The Revenge of the Sith. The Supreme Chancellor Palpatine reminded me too much of our present Political administration; I didn't want to see Anakin Skywalker seduced to the dark side—I didn't want to see him turned into Darth Vader; I didn't want to watch Padme' die.

Did I give away too much? I don't think so; I believe you already know the plot. 

 We have too much darkness going on right now; I don't need to watch more, no matter how much angst a plot needs. I went to my office while the rest of my family finished the movie. (My Grandson had never seen the Star Wars series until the beginning of last month, so now he is going through them with his mother and us—when I choose to participate—and his mother has the evening off.) 

 

Once back in my office, I turned to the second item on Barbara Kingsolver's list of advice for writers.

Number one is "Give Yourself permission to write a bad book.

Done.

Number two is "Revise it until it's not a bad book."

Working on it.

I have written a novel: MADDIE, ALEX, AND GABE, Love, from the Cottage in the Vineyard.

Will that title stick? I don't know.

Madeline, 72, a widow, calls her daughter Alexandria in New York from California to tell her she is moving to Florence, Italy, for one year. (A retirement visa isn't easy to obtain, but one can get it for a year.) Her daughter has a fit for a 72-year-old woman to go traipsing off alone and to be out of the country; what if something happens to her?

Madeline decides it's time to put aside the emotional barb that has plagued her for the past twenty years, and Italy is the place to do it.

Toward the end of the book, Madeline decides to blog and has this to say:

"I am writing backward, I know. However, I will begin at the beginning in a minute. Right now. I have a pregnant daughter, aged 40, who is unmarried. The boisterous Bernardi family, owners of our cottage and hosts of our wedding, have adopted us. Ninety-year-old Signora Francesca Bernardi has been my friend, confidant, and mentor. Their handyman wooed me; I rescued an injured pup, named him Little Bear, and he has become my forever dog. Beautiful Gabriel Brandon rescued me and has become my forever love.

"I thought I had come to Italy to take stock of my life and to lay to rest a carryover from my marriage. In the process, I found love.

"I love our cottage and our new house next to it. I love that I will be a grandmother. Gabe is so puffed up at being a grandfather that a flight crew couldn't deflate him. But what if Alexandria decides to go alone and be a single mother? Her love-sick suitor, son of the Bernardi’s, and whom we have grown to love, will be left with a broken heart."—Madeline Brandon.

Did I give away too much? Probably.

Charge ahead, dear writers. And readers, don't be afraid to read fiction or write a bad book; remember that the best writing often comes from rewriting. The fun is thinking it up in the first place.

Lucus must have been fried after writing Star Wars.