Origin of Maece

Current mood:creative
It's a shortened form of "Milany Aece." Here is an excerpt from my website explaining my original story (it's been there for years, I just now realized what a good idea it would be to also post it here):

I started thinking up an entire saga of my own, inspired by Star Wars (original trilogy). I never really wrote much of it out, but once I had an English assignment to do a creative writing paragraph, and so I used that story which was constantly going on in my head. This is a scene where a space colony has just been attacked as one of the first movements of a galactic civil war - basically the Revolutionary War all over again, with earth representing Europe and the space colonies as the new frontier of America. Arotie Jay (parents are Bere and Anda, he also has an older identical twin brother, Raught) is part of the first generation of pioneers who reach adulthood after childhood on a space colony. The building being attacked is a government center/mayoral mansion. Young Estelle Blieu, also of this new generation of pioneers, is the daughter of this colony's mayor. She has a brother, Esta, and their mother is Eaglette Daublew (patterned somewhat like an East Indian girl, small, dark, cute & feminine). Eaglette's mother is Impala (maiden name Kili), patterned somewhat after Disney's Esmerelda, formerly an inhabitant of some South Sea island. I don't remember much about their dad, but he dies so early in the story...who cares? Anyway, Estelle is beginning to develop some political clout of her own. Arotie and Raught Jay (does anybody see where I got those ? ) are patterned somewhat after the Tarleton twins of Gone with the Wind. Estelle Blieu is much like Jasmine from Disney's Aladdin. OK, so there's a ton of Disney allusions here, but growing up w/out TV in the house and w/strict guidelines as to movies, I just worked with what I knew.

9-10-98
Arotie arrived, panting, at the end of the road. Looking up, he gazed in horror at the remains of the once-majestic edifice. Two of the three columns that had formerly supported the roof now lay in the midst of the gardens, crushing the delicate blossoms of columbine and crown vetch. One of the towering double doors had fallen against the sagging awning, while the other swayed precariously from a single hinge. The carefully manicured walkway was littered with splintered boards and partially painted chunks of cement. Smoke gushed from the windows, and flames danced above one corner of the roof. A geyser had spouted from the front lawn, pummeling bystanders with its gritty downpour. Emergency personnel swarmed around the structure, dousing the fire, treating survivors, and guarding entrances. However, screams and cries for help still emanated from the upper stories, and the young man did not detect any signs of rescue efforts. Abhorred at the thought of people roasting inside, he crept stealthily towards an open window.

That's all I wrote for that assignment, but the conclusion is that Arotie rescues Estelle, and they quickly fall in love and get engaged. However, the war rages on and soon Arotie and Raught leave as top-notch fighter pilots. Raught gets killed. Arotie ends up on some planet/colony with a rather strange climate where rice and chinchillas are the main exports. He rescues a young native orphan boy and his pet chinchilla (the boy is patterned after a little boy in of Disney's Herby movies - and these two characters will serve as something of a substitute for R2 and 3PO). He also rescues a little orphaned toddler, Milany (pronounced like the city, Milan, with an ee at the end - she becomes the heroine/Leia figure of the saga). Later, the war is over and Arotie and Estelle settle down and adopt Milany. During the war Arotie had to undergo a name change for security's sake (which will be a common process labeled cognomen shift), and so our young heroine's name is: Milany Aece.

Of course, she is patterned after Leia - and as you can see, there are already parallels with her adoption. Her true parentage was something that I never really decided on, but it was more going to be left up to rumors. History would show that certain dignitaries, who had a daughter about her age, were on that planet at that time and were never heard from again. Basically she's probably some kind of princess but all hope of proof is gone. What's left is that she is going to become a highly educated, skilled, well-connected, influential young woman who is sort of disconnected from the rest of humanity. Lonely, far above her peers, in a close businesslike relationship with her adopted parents, and having no real family. Too serious and never had a childhood, but also somewhat unaware that she is missing out. Very intelligent and yet very naive. Her love interest, patterned after Han Solo of course, is to be christened Alt Killo. Most of their story remained unplanned, or at least in a disordered state of various rough drafts going off in different directions. However, he would probably be instrumental in helping her to find a life that would be more personally fulfilling, though not necessarily less notorious.

I suppose you could almost say that Milany was somewhat patterened after me, or at least how I perceived myself (how would I know how others really perceive me?), although in reality I think it's more accurate to say that I pattered myself after her. In the beginning I imitated Leia, but there were places where that just didn't work out, and other places where I wanted to change things and other places where more depth was needed. Still, it wasn't a complete analogy. For instance, I'm not adopted. I think I am also much more fun-loving than Milany. I would have to be, because first of all Milany would never write fiction. Also, if she is unaware that she is missing out then she could not, as I have done, conceive of a character like herself missing out. I suppose at times I've felt thwarted in my pursuit of fun, and that was probably my psychological reason for wanting to create myself as a character who would be validated in needing more fun. But, of course, it's just a story, and my life has turned so differently than I ever planned or imagined that the story doesn't seem applicable anymore. Though, it's nice to remember and imagine "What if?" scenarios.

The problem I had with writing fiction was that I would always think up most of the story before I'd written anything, and I'd get so carried away imagining what it was like that real life would suddenly seems worthless in comparison and I wouldn't even have motivation to write the stories. That's why I'm not an English major. At least physics has the potential for being REAL! ...what remains to be seen is if potential, in and of itself, is enough.