When I learned that Carrie Fisher had died, I was at work so I couldn’t cry. There was no time for tears, but my heart wasn’t in my job because I now knew that the amazing woman who played Princess / Senator / General Leia Organa was gone.
It’s so strange, surreal, even, because only a few days ago my friends and I watched the Star Wars Holiday Special and Episode IV: A New Hope. One of them mentioned that Carrie Fisher was in the hospital after having a heart attack on a plane. I remember thinking, “Oh man, I hope she gets better soon,” but I don’t any of us had any doubt that she would recover and go on being her feisty, witty self.
I confess that 2016 overall has not been the best of years. Lots of amazing famous people have died. Lots of insanity with the presidential election. Lots of time wasted on Pinterest, Youtube, and other online distractions. Lots of crazy all over the bloody planet. To top it off, I didn’t get as much done as I hoped I would and had a few set-backs. Almost none of my 2015 goals were achieved:
All’s Fair isn’t finished.
Didn’t write any more short stories.
Totally failed at NaNoWriMo this time around.
Haven’t added any other creative activities to my routine.
Regained almost all of the weight that I lost.
Not sure if depression is nibbling at the edges of my psyche again, or if it’s just normal stress and winter doldrums.