At the moment, I have financial difficulties, so any donation you make will help me devote more time to creating new posters, it will also affect the quality of my work, I hope for your support, all the best to you.
Here’s my email for PayPal donations: d.kozlov@hotbox.ru
Any donation will be rewarded, I will be grateful to every cent 😀
This is my favourite lightsaber sequence in all of Star Wars. It’s got such intensity and such urgency. Obi-Wan needs to end this quickly so he can get to Qui-Gon; maybe it’s not too late to save him. The stakes are so high.
My heart sits in my throat every time. Obi-Wan is doing his best, but it’s not clear it’s going to be enough. His master, one of the best duelists in the entire order has just been bested – how is he, the apprentice, meant to do better?
I think about Qui-Gon offscreen; he can hear the battle – maybe even see it. We can only imagine what he’s thinking. He’d called Obi-Wan capable before the Council, but does he think Obi-Wan capable of winning this battle? He hopes he is, but it must be agony to bear witness to this test.
As if ObiWan could forget that shiny blue troublemaker.
In my head it goes like this –
Luke (oblivious) : He says he belongs to an Obi-Wan Kenobi. Is he a relative of yours? Etc etc
Ben (distracted and barely paying attention to the conversation): *Former master my ass, you little scrap heap. You’ve never listened to me in your LIFE. I always had to drag Anakin or Ahsoka or Padme away from what they were doing just to get you to talk to the faulty navicomputer when you were in the same damn ship and just as likely to die if I flew use through a star*
R2: *stares blankly and flashes a red indicator light like [[shut up jerkface, I had to convince the kid somehow]]*
Ben (smirking, sarcasm missing Luke by a parsec because sandpeople): I don’t recall ever owning a droid. Very interesting.
the next time someone tells me I need to be more diplomatic I’m gonna forcefully remind them that historically diplomacy has usually involved assassination, blackmail, kidnapping, betrayal, propaganda, and thinly-veiled threats of all-out war.
WHENEVER YOU SEE THIS POST ON YOUR DASH, STOP WHAT YOU’RE DOING AND WRITE ONE SENTENCE FOR YOUR CURRENT PROJECT.
Just one sentence. Stop blogging for one minute and write a single sentence. It could be dialogue, it could be a nice description of scenery, it could be a metaphor, I don’t care. The point is, do it. Then, when you finish, you can get back to blogging.
If this gets viral, you might just have your novel finished by next Tuesday.
Goddamn it, it’s back.
If it stays back, I might manage to finish a third story this year. Jesus.
I swear, this is now my only writing motivation.
BACK AGAIN??? Sigh.
Okay, sorry if anyone gets sick of this, but it’s the best way for me to get myself to write.
That post is a Force-send. Never stop reblogging it, please.
There's a Mirror on the Wall 