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 became a real character. Whether you liked who she became or not is another issue. She stopped being an object, a puzzle, and became a fully realized character. About fucking time. Now, onto my thoughts about Series 8. How can I sum it up? Oh yeah: Are you freaking kidding me? Okay, maybe that’s a little harsh. There were definitely some truly stand-out episodes this series. Listen, Time Heist, The Caretaker, Mummy on the Orient Express, and Flatline were absolutely wonderful episodes. I truly enjoyed the way they played with the idea of The Doctor
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 right back to it the next day. Which I did. I pulled 3648 words today. Not terrible. The thing you realize when you transition from taking your writing seriously one month a year to every month is that every month is NaNo. Writing offers few days off, no medical benefits, and no sick days. You have to really want to write to make it. I hope you make it.
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. Actually, I think the real reason is that I’m desperately trying to keep myself busy so that I don’t think about the fact that The Five Stages of Andrew Brawley comes out in less than 90 days. I always say that reviews don’t matter and that all I care about is that I wrote the best damn book I could, and that’s true, but I want to keep writing books, and in order to do that, I need people to buy them and love them and force their friends to buy them and love them. Whenever I
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 little details that I need in the beginning of a story always trips me up. But once I get familiar with my characters, everything begins to flow much easier. But if you’re like me, and you’re pantsing it through the beginning of NaNo, the most important thing to do is not to get too bogged down in coming up with all those details. Taking five minutes to come up with a name or look for a detail is fine, but the goal of your first draft is to just get the words down and figure
Yeah…I’m probably doing it. I really, really don’t have time. I got cut to part time at my day job so I need to pick up some freelance work (If you know anyone who needs web design, book marks, editing, query editing, FileMaker Database or SQL design work, send them my way!), and I’m working on a YA right now…as well as the stories for Violent Ends, but I’ve had this idea for an adult story that I’ve been considering for a while, so I figured, why the hell not. I’ve done NaNo once before, and it was a blast. The book I wrote was a MG mess, but it was still fun and I’m looking forward to writing with that kind of crazed abandon agian. There’s only one thing you need to do to win NaNo: And, yes, I have updated my website, thanks for noticing! I thought it was time
It’s been a busy couple of weeks! I got some great news last week that The Five Stages of Andrew Brawley is going to be translated into Portuguese and published in Brazil, which to me is just amazing and humbling. The other big thing was the announcement about the anthology I’ll be editing selling to Simon Pulse. This project means so much to me. It’s not even properly an anthology. Whenever I pitch it, I describe it a story with 18 authors because it all takes place in a shared world. I’ll talk about why I wanted to do this project and how important it is to me in another post, but the rockstar authors that agreed to contribute a story is just amazing. Kendare Blake Steve Brezenoff Delilah Dawson Trish Doller Margie Gelbwasser Christine Johnson E.M. Kokie Cynthia Leitich Smith Tom Leveen Hannah Moskowitz Elisa Nader Beth Revis Mindi
After reading Joss Whedon: The Biography by Amy Pascale (which was wonderful in case you’re wondering), I decided to revisit some of my favorite Whedon works. I watched Serenity, some random episodes of Buffy and Angel, and The Avengers. Then, I decided to go back and rewatch Dollhouse. I skipped most of the first season, just watching a couple of episodes to reacquaint myself with the beginnings before burning through the second season. And I found myself wondering why the show never found an audience. Sure, Eliza Dushku might not have been the strongest actress on the show (that title belongs to Olivia Williams who killed it as the ruthless Adelle DeWitt) or the most versatile (a title that Enver Gjokaj steals every time he’s imprinted with Topher’s personality), but she was gritty and had a lot of heart. So I don’t buy the argument that casting her ruined the