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The History of
Heart of the Jedi and How it
Didn't Get Published
By Kenneth C. Flint
In 1991, I was making my living as an author. I was
writing two books a year for Spectra, the sci-fi-fantasy imprint of Bantam
Doubleday Dell. I’d had twelve books published, with a seven book
backlist and a million books in print. I had just signed a new two book
contract with Spectra, with titles to be decided later. Then I got an
exciting word from my editor.
Because of the success of a hardcover Star Wars
trilogy by Timothy Zahn, Lucasfilm had asked Spectra to publish an
additional series of paperbacks. Spectra had searched through its stable
for suitable authors, sending copies of our works to Lucasfilm for
selection. My books were Celtic-based
sword-and sorcery, but my Sidhe series books were a fantasy/sci-fi
combination, and a review of Riders of the Sidhe said it
“has enough derring-do for at least one Lucas film.”
Apparently George Lucas thought so too, because I was
told he had personally selected me to do a Star Wars book. Even better,
I would be writing Book One of the proposed series, taking place
immediately after the second Death Star is destroyed [Note: This would
have been followed by Margaret Weiss’ Legacy of Doom, with both
books to be preceded by Jim Baikie’s Exiles of the Force four-part
comic-book mini-series from Dark Horse Comics. Weiss later stated that
she'd had a disagreement with Lucasfilm, and Baikie’s series was cancelled
–Ed.] Being a crazy big Star Wars fan (I saw the first movie seven times
in the theater and drank my coffee from a Star Wars mug), you can imagine
how thrilled I was.
I was given pretty much free rein on developing my
plot, other than that it should take place
immediately after the second Death Star is destroyed. I up front
figured it would be most logical to deal with a defeated but not destroyed
Empire, its military desperately trying to regroup and retaliate against
the Alliance, while other elements sought to make peace. Along with this
was my assumption that I had to deal with what Luke Skywalker had become,
and where he was going as a Jedi.
I spent the first months developing an outline and
submitted it to my editor. I want to make the point, here, that I
never, throughout all this, communicated directly with the Lucasfilm
people or knew who they were. I worked for Spectra, and everything came
through my editor. But I was told, and very honored to hear, that
George Lucas himself had approved my plot, with one specific alteration—I
had shown Sand People without their masks, and he said that that must
never happen.
I spent most of the next
year writing that book, putting my own books aside. My primary
sources were the movies themselves, which I watched over-and-over (often
in slo-mo), and a Star Wars Sourcebook for game players from West End
Games that Lucasfilm supplied. By the end of 1992 I had a draft ready. I
sent it in and waited… and waited. When I inquired as to how it was going,
my editor said that the process of the Star Wars project had stalled as
they developed the rest of the series. And she still had to go through it
herself before sending it to Lucasfilm for their assessment. I believed
her. Why not? I finally got a list of mostly minor stuff and started
revisions.
After more months passed, I heard from my editor that
“things were moving ahead again with the Star Wars project.”
I finished my revisions and submitted it. Again, I was told the Lucas
people approved it. In fact, they said they “quite liked it.”
Then I waited. Yet
more months went by. I heard nothing. Stupidly, I had no agent
through all this. I didn’t think I needed one, as I’d always dealt
directly with Spectra and been fairly treated.
Finally, growing concerned, I contacted an agent who contacted Spectra.
He discovered only then that Spectra had determined my book couldn’t be
published because it “no longer fit into the sequence for the new
series.”
I was told that this
happened because of my Spectra editor. She had supposedly promised
another author of the group (a friend of hers, according to one source)
that her book would be placed in Position One. This apparently accounted
for the “delays” that I had been told about, while she wrote her own book
to slip into my slot while I sat idle and ignorant of what was happening
for months. I have made a point of not knowing who this other author is,
and I have never been able to bring myself to read her book, or any other
of the subsequent series, saddened that this so violated my love of
everything Star Wars.
Did I confront Lucasfilm and try to fight this
situation? Nope. I didn’t know who to contact or how, remember. I
worked for Spectra. I had no resources of my own, I was pitifully naïve,
and I felt pretty much powerless by that point.
Oh, they graciously let
me keep the ten thousand dollar advance. And they threw me a bone letting
me still do two Star Wars short stories (for Tales from Jabba’s Palace
and Tales from the Mos Eisley Cantina), but I was done otherwise.
None of my own books came out as the debacle went on (I would
normally have published four new ones during this time).
I lost my backlist of Irish books. Because
of the long delay, my family pretty much lived on my advance for two years
on expectation of the eventual payday from the Star Wars book.
This basically destroyed
my relationship with Spectra and my career as I writer. I felt completely
betrayed, and I was so depressed that I quit writing for years. Needing
money to support my family with two young sons, I found a job as a
Publications Consultant (meaning, tech writer) and, after another ten
years, finally made up the financial loss of being all but unemployed for
two years.
Finally, nearing sixty years old and with the boys
both adults and employed, I decided to semi-retire and work on a book idea
that had enthused me enough to try writing again… But not sci-fi or
fantasy. It was to be a Civil War adventure with a Jules Vernesque
plotline that had a band of Confederate agents trying to save the South by
destroying Washington DC with the world’s first Weapon of Mass
Destruction. It would be called NITRO!
I went back to teaching as an English department
adjunct for the University of Nebraska at Omaha (my alma mater) and got
the book written. I then discovered that, nowadays, an author of fiction
can’t even submit a book to a publisher without going through an agent.
I searched for an agent for a couple of years, but
found no one. It seems that unless they are sure they can sell a specific
book of yours, they won’t handle you. I guess that seems fair. And I had
been out of the business (by my own choice) a long time.
But then I got a new chance. An online publisher
agreed to put out all my old novels as e-books. He also published my new
book, now called Ironclad.
I’ve written other things too, since then. My family
does living history at the reconstructed 1820’s frontier outpost called
Fort Atkinson (near Omaha). I started a series of historical novels based
at the place, and got a history book of the fort published through
Arcadia.
So my old fans can still find my books through
Amazon. But, man, I’d love to get Ironclad put out as a
physical book, and I still have ideas for other fantasy, sci-fi, and
horror plots, plus the twenty or so other Celtic/Irish books I’d still
like to write. I think I’ve got at least a few viable years of authorship
in me. (So, if anybody knows of somebody who’d like to represent me, I am
ready to start writing two books a year again.) Otherwise, I am quite
content teaching some writing classes and being the school time daycare
for my two grandsons, age 3 years and 6 months.
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