Title: The Many Thoughts of Ms. Jaina Solo
Timeframe: Post-Swarm War
Characters: Jaina, Leia, Jag?
Genre: Romance/Angst/Little bit o humor
Keywords: Rehab, Journal, Jaina
Summary: This is a story inspired partially by the Not Quite Love Letters (by someone on and partially by I, Jaina Solo (Yoda Kenobi) and partially by my own coniving mind. It is post Swarm War, and revolves around the aspect that Jaina Solo is sent to a psychiatrist as part of her treatment after the Killiks incident and has to write a journal.
Soon she will have to think about certain things and decide upon her actions, all with the helpful use of a journal as an output for her and for the entertainment of you.
Notes: Work In Progress. Started at fanfiction boards. Updated there more frequently. Link: http/boards. Criticism and Love is greatly appreciated. Feel free to PM me if you have any questions, suggestions or wish for a hard copy of the story so far.
Please enjoy
Journal Entry #1
After working with Cilghal to "debugatize" me, I wound up being sent to a psychiatrist. And I mean sent in the most literal sense. My mother actually had my dad and my aunt restrain me, stick me in the back of a hovercraft and take me to the office of the renowned psychiatrist, Shana Mitwanga. Mom says I have some serious issues I need to deal with. I say she should look at some of her own issues first.
That as it may be, this kriffing psychiatrist is the reason I am writing in here. Well, her actual words were, "I think it would benefit you and your mental psyche to write your thoughts in a diary." I'm not even joking. She said a diary. This woman is being paid who knows how much and her advice is to write in a diary.
I quite seriously considered ignoring this "insightful" advice, but go figure she told my mother. And since I'm being forced to stay in my parent's house until I recover, Mom says I can either write in a journal about my feelings or talk to her about them. You can imagine why I chose the journal. Being forced to talk to one snoopy lady is enough, thank you.
Well, seeing as I've done my duty, and also that it is late, I'm going to go to bed, aka: stare at the ceiling and think about all the problems in my life.
-Jaina Solo out