I didn’t hear that A.C. Crispin was sick until Thursday night. By the time I woke up the next day she had passed.It seems every few months I see a name, so familiar from my youth amid the library’s shelves, connected with sickness, age, and death. When I was young they seemed immortal.
I didn’t read many of her books, and I wouldn’t say they were a huge influence on me, but I remember… I remember that they introduced the idea to me that a world(Star Wars in this case) could exist across media. Her books were a stepping stone to my introduction of fandom and canon. And I remember that little thrill, when I realized that she was a woman – that women were allowed to write Star Wars books. The Han Solo Trilogy were among my first Favorite Books. Later I recall finding the Writer Beware blog as a fledgling writer, and upon seeing her name as one of the people running it knowing instantly that it was a source I could trust.
I guess everything we encounter influences us, in small ways and great ways. I wish I had had the chance to meet her. I am glad to have encountered her through her writing and her work helping writers.