For Paperback Writer’s Just Write Thursdays Challenge (http://pbackwriter.blogspot.com/2015/03/just-write_12.html) — 536 (very) rough, unedited words. Also, triggery. Continue reading Just Write Thursday: Roadside Echoes
So there was new Doctor Who. And, through the magic of low expectations, I didn’t shout at the TV once. After Moffat’s last three outings as writer, “Deep Breath” was pleasantly competent.
In about an hour, I’ll be watching the newest episode of Doctor Who. I’ll finally get to see Peter Capaldi’s new Doctor in action.
I wish I could say that I was counting the minutes, at the same time I wish I could say I was over it. Instead, I’m (very) cautiously optimistic. And, yes, a little excited.
Just because the last few episodes have been more plot hole than actual plot doesn’t mean that this episode will leave me eyerolling so hard that I have to chase down my eyeballs.
And hey, the fact that Clara’s characterization has been inconsistent is a good thing, because it means that it’s impossible to get her out of character! Right?
Sarcasm aside, I actually am hopeful. Mostly because of Peter Capaldi. If there’s one thing Steven Moffat is good at, it’s choosing actors. I would have gotten sick of the Eleventh Doctor’s goofball from space routine a lot sooner if it weren’t for Matt Smith’s ability to infuse the character with a genuine sense of alienness, Karen Gillan kept Amy Pond watchable despite a story “arc” that led her over the same ground again and again, and Jenna Louise Coleman manages to make Clara into something resembling an actual character, rather than a collection of whatever traits were grafted on to serve that episode’s plot.
So, as the hour approaches, I can only cling to hope. Maybe Peter Capaldi can really regenerate the show, as he has the Doctor. Maybe the show I still love will return to being a show I actually enjoy. Maybe Steven Moffat will learn how to create a logical story arc and craft consistent characters.
(Okay, that last one might be a little far-fetched, even for Doctor Who.)
Another snippet from “The Gears That Grind.” In which Your Author uses a Cunning Stratagem in order to keep from having to explain the Stock Market. Continue reading Just Write
By which I mean, submitted my ballot for the Hugos.
Ever since I was a kid, my family has been spending the 4th of July down at my grandmother Margy’s house in Long Beach. Continue reading How I Spent my 4th of July, by Kit Russell, Age Thirty-Nine and Seven-Eighths
Lynn Viehl (Paperback Writer) has recently started “Just Write” Thursdays, which are pretty much what they sound like: write something, post online by midnight, link. http://pbackwriter.blogspot.com/2014/05/just-write.html
(Which means no editing. Which means this is going to be first-draft-tacular and epically info-dumpy.)
But I’ve been feeling really stalled with the pre-writing for The Gears that Grind. So I decided just to jump in, get into Sally’s head, and see what she’s up to.
Sally didn’t hear the watchman until he was nearly upon her.
For the past three years, I’ve been sitting on the name kitrussell.com. Squatting my own name, if you will. Waiting to be “ready” to take it live. To have something worth posting, something worth selling. A book accepted, on the way to being published.
In about a month and a half, I’ll turn 40.
The perfect time will never come. I’ll never be “ready.”
But I could decide to take a leap of faith.