Yep, that’s exactly how I described it. Then, a few months
ago, my writing partner was reading the old manuscript, and not exactly
containing her mad cackles, pretty much asked me, “What’s Chewbacca doing in
your story?”
The moment the words left her mouth, I saw exactly what she
meant... and burst into laughter. I’ve tweaked the description since then. The character
no longer looks like Chewbacca or Cousin Itt in tiny braids. Still, whenever
I’m writing a scene with that character in it, I can’t help thinking, Hey,
Chewie.
for Poets United Moonlight Musings: the Interactive Edition,
#2 (“That’s Not What I Meant”, where I invite you to write about
misread words that conjure hysterical interpretations, about grammatical errors
(horrors?) which change the meaning of a piece, about descriptions (which
we thought brilliant) that end up filling our readers’ minds with images we
can hardly recognize)