Once again, I find myself both awed, inspired, depressed, and heartbroken over going to see Rogue One, a Star Wars story. 

Awed because it was beautiful. The story was amazing, and had me on the edge of my seat. There was just enough humor to soften the intense parts, and trust me, there’s a lot of intense parts. 

It’s a story that starts in a flash, a slam, and boom, you’re in it, you’re there and the story’s exploding all around you, the intensity slamming into you like a freight train. 

If you know anything about it, you realize that the story of Rogue One takes place roughly a day, if even that, before the events of Star Wars A New Hope

It could have been a couple of days, but truly not much longer than that. 

My emotions ran the gambit of the feels throughout the movie, and if you’re at all a Star Wars fan, and you haven’t seen it, I highly recommend making time for it. 

I cried, and laughed because…

(Read on to find out — SPOILER WARNING, sort of) 

Because of the loss of lives throughout the ending. I was truly heartbroken by the casualty count. As I would fall in  love with a character, he would wind up dying. 

That aspect both made me love and hate the story. Love, because even in a few short minutes, I fell in love with the characters, and I wanted them to succeed. Hate, because I knew… and I mean I KNEW… what was coming, what had to be coming, and it still tore me apart as it did. 

I cannot help it, I love my Happily Ever After, and I wanted to see some shred of an HEA in the end of this story, but alas, it was not to be. 

Granted, we all know what happened after, but still, I wished there had been a better personal resolution for so many of the characters. They died believing in what they were doing, but it didn’t make their loss any less stinging. 

And also it reminded me as a writer, the importance of keeping the story’s tension tight. 

It is so easy as a writer to bring a story around, and say “boom, easy, peasy, done,” and not put any sort of conflict. Boy meets girl. Boom. Done.

I find myself, as a writer, watching a movie and shaking my head at the road blocks thrown before the characters over and over, and how hard they fight to make it to the ending. It inspires me to do it for my own books, to make sure that when you read the story, you actually want to see the story come together. I wonder sometimes if I don’t put enough conflict in a story.

Then I look at my precious Mythical Knights books… 

There’s enough tension in them sometimes, I wonder if it’s not too much. Finding the balance between over-complication and creating barriers is difficult, but after watching Rogue One, it has inspired me to do better, with all the books I write. 


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