why can't my brain get to a place where it can work on stories that I already am doing....well here is a book I might do.

and here is a sneak peek:

"Here I thought you people knew everything," I said as I turn to face them. 

"Who are you!?" The Jedi asks again more harshly. I tilt my head to one side and remain silent trying to decide how to answer their question. I then said slowly, "I was the good soldier who followed orders and I got betrayed for that very thing." 

"So you're-" But they got cut off their air gets cut off and they drop to the floor gasping for their breath. I walk forward and bend down to them, "You will never know who I am, none of you bother even to ask." They continue to gasp for breath as I stand up and leave them to die alone.