Not Who-Related, but sort of is...
Aug. 29th, 2011 09:26 amWell, Chapter 1 got validated and I just put Chapter 2 on the system, waiting for that to get validated. Meanwhile, I'm working on another silly fluff story featuring 10 sans his usual companions, but with a few new pals from history. So far I've got it spot-on and should really be writing it now instead of writing this journal, but I'm considering this my warm-up for the day.
Some day I hope to have something published (my original work, probably not the Doctor Who stuff ha ha), and I have a job that allows me to write for several hours each day. I take care of a young man with Duchenne Muscular Dystrophy and while he sleeps from 8am - 1pm, the family doesn't care what I do with myself as long as I'm available to help him whenever he needs something. I work two 16-hour days at the start of the week, so the writing time is about the only "me" time I get Mondays & Tuesdays. It's a nice change from my previous job (11 years as a TV producer for the local cable company), where I was creative all day, but never got to work on my own stuff. Cutbacks made it necessary for the company to cut one of the producers and I received an 11-week paid severance, during which I wrote a novel.
Why am I writing my life story on livejournal? I have no idea. Probably because it's on my mind lately. I lost my mom on September 5th of last year and the first anniversary is approaching faster than I would like it to. My mom and I were very, very close and my husband and I moved in to the house to take care of her for the last three months she was at home, then stayed with her in the hospital until she passed. I was there until the last moment. In fact, we didn't leave the hospital until she did.
On a superficial level, I think that's why I identify so much with the Doctor - in ways with 9 even moreso than 10 - I had a front-row seat for the end of my world as well, and try to be upbeat and fun despite what's sitting an inch below the surface. I can be just as moody and distant, and I'm still waiting for the time when I can throw my arms out and shout "Just this once, EVERYBODY LIVES!" I'm sure it sounds silly to put grief in terms of Doctor Who, but I just see something in that character that helps me process my everyday life. I'm not a TV watcher in general (we don't even have cable now that I don't work for the company any more) - all we watch is stuff on Netflix through our XBox, and one day I saw Doctor Who on the suggested things to watch and figured why not?
My first episode was "Rose," and, just like Rose, I was in love from the moment the Doctor said "Run!" I've seen everything now up to "Journey's End," as well as a bunch of the older stuff - I bought the Complete Specials on blu-ray, but want to watch them slowly. I'm not ready to give David Tennant up yet lol. When we first were watching and Eccleston's episodes were coming to an end, I was so MAD and thought I would not want to watch the show once David Tennant started. He literally had me at that first adorable "Hello!" right after regeneration.
So, anyway, that's a bit of me. Probably more than you needed/wanted to know, but there you have it. Now, it's only 9:20 in the morning and I've got 3 hours left to write - plenty of time to churn out some fluff. Allons-y!
Some day I hope to have something published (my original work, probably not the Doctor Who stuff ha ha), and I have a job that allows me to write for several hours each day. I take care of a young man with Duchenne Muscular Dystrophy and while he sleeps from 8am - 1pm, the family doesn't care what I do with myself as long as I'm available to help him whenever he needs something. I work two 16-hour days at the start of the week, so the writing time is about the only "me" time I get Mondays & Tuesdays. It's a nice change from my previous job (11 years as a TV producer for the local cable company), where I was creative all day, but never got to work on my own stuff. Cutbacks made it necessary for the company to cut one of the producers and I received an 11-week paid severance, during which I wrote a novel.
Why am I writing my life story on livejournal? I have no idea. Probably because it's on my mind lately. I lost my mom on September 5th of last year and the first anniversary is approaching faster than I would like it to. My mom and I were very, very close and my husband and I moved in to the house to take care of her for the last three months she was at home, then stayed with her in the hospital until she passed. I was there until the last moment. In fact, we didn't leave the hospital until she did.
On a superficial level, I think that's why I identify so much with the Doctor - in ways with 9 even moreso than 10 - I had a front-row seat for the end of my world as well, and try to be upbeat and fun despite what's sitting an inch below the surface. I can be just as moody and distant, and I'm still waiting for the time when I can throw my arms out and shout "Just this once, EVERYBODY LIVES!" I'm sure it sounds silly to put grief in terms of Doctor Who, but I just see something in that character that helps me process my everyday life. I'm not a TV watcher in general (we don't even have cable now that I don't work for the company any more) - all we watch is stuff on Netflix through our XBox, and one day I saw Doctor Who on the suggested things to watch and figured why not?
My first episode was "Rose," and, just like Rose, I was in love from the moment the Doctor said "Run!" I've seen everything now up to "Journey's End," as well as a bunch of the older stuff - I bought the Complete Specials on blu-ray, but want to watch them slowly. I'm not ready to give David Tennant up yet lol. When we first were watching and Eccleston's episodes were coming to an end, I was so MAD and thought I would not want to watch the show once David Tennant started. He literally had me at that first adorable "Hello!" right after regeneration.
So, anyway, that's a bit of me. Probably more than you needed/wanted to know, but there you have it. Now, it's only 9:20 in the morning and I've got 3 hours left to write - plenty of time to churn out some fluff. Allons-y!