Once upon a time, I loved James T Kirk. I love Han Solo forever – my scruffy nerf herder. I loved Spike, and Giles, and Willow. Long, long ago, I loved Hal and Roger. I bow to Shuri and all the black women of Wakanda. I adore Cristina Yang, Miranda Baily, and Boo from Monsters Inc is my spirit animal. I still love Peggy Carter, Jody Mills, and Pepper Pots.
All these characters that have been closer than humans to me for decades, I didn’t think anyone I created would be as awesome. And then I dreamed up my boys, and I love them, surprisingly, totally, I love my characters.
I love Ash for his serious head and open heart, the way he is dorky and super bright, and loves Richard with his whole soul. I love Birch for his joy, his easy acceptance of himself and the things he can’t do, his desire to serve, to give everything asked of him, and then some more. I love Brio, for his smart mouth and his knowledge that a brain the size of a planet does not make him the best person in the room, character is everything, and his has flaws. I love Cash for his quiet regard, for his steady presence, for the things he’s going to find out about himself. And Richard, my dearest friend, my stoic, determined, sensible, passionate best friend, I am so glad you found yourself.
These are my boys, they have a long way to go, and they are dragging me with them. I adore them all.