Let’s talk Doctor Who Series 8. The first two things I want to mention are: 1. Peter Capaldi as the Doctor is brilliant. He gets the character. He gets the intensity, the whimsy, the alienness of it. I think he’s the best Doctor of NuWho yet. Yes, even better than David Tennant. 2. Clara finally
In which I admit that I am a loser.
I’m annoyed because someone questioned why I forced a gay couple into FML. As if there needs to be a reason for someone who isn’t white, heterosexual, male, able-bodied, cis-gendered to be in a book. As if that one aspect of their life has to define their whole place in the story. It doesn’t.
Yesterday was a lost cause. I had to go into the office, which requires waking up at 5am, driving 93 miles there, dealing with nonsense, and driving 93 miles back. It pretty much wrecks me for the rest of the day. But missing a writing day isn’t a big deal so long as you get
Why am I doing this to myself? That’s what I keep wondering. You know, it’s not enough to write 1 book, but I’m actually trying to write two, while also balancing Violent Ends, and some other stuff. It’s because I’m a masochist. That must be it. Hell, I think all writers must secretly be masochists.
So day 1 of NaNo is over for me (mostly because I’m exhausted but also because it’s time to watch Doctor Who!), and my count for the day is 2180. Not a bad start, but beginnings are always difficult. Especially if you’re a pantser like me. Coming up with names and backstories and all those