Not Who-Related, but sort of is...
Aug. 29th, 2011 09:26 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
timelord1Well, 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!
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Date: 2011-08-29 03:13 pm (UTC)I haven't published yet - haven't even tried, because I needed a serious confidence boost. My writing kind of existed in a vacuum after college, and I wanted to see if I had some appreciable skills before I put my "baby" out in the world. So, that's what brought me to the Teaspoon.
Losing parents is like having someone rip part of your soul out of your throat. My dad passed in 2002, and when mom went I wasn't entirely sure I was ever going to recover. All I can say is delight in every possible moment while you've got moments to delight in, and that will be your comfort when you need it most. :)
And I, too, love the Big Threatening Button speech. The first time I realized just how awesome he was going to be was both when he answered "Who are you?" with "I DON'T KNOW" and when he called the Sycorax a clallachpeldassacrisalvac. <---I <3 it when he speaks the other languages, ohyes. :)