I've only been in an hour and a half but I'm not ashamed to admit, I've been crying yet again. It gets me every time. I think it might even have been three times on the run in quick succession. Such is the curse of Journey's End.
Once when the Doctor left Rose on the beach for a second time, once when the Doctor left Donna back home and the worst - God help me - when Donna breaks down and cries "But I was going to stay with you forever..." when it dawns on her that she has to go home.
Maybe it was four times. There's that bit at the end whereby Wilf asks the Doctor what he's going to do without any friends and the Doctor replies "They've all got somebody else. I'll be fine."
Hmm - and the part where Martha finds that Rose is back with the Doctor and says, "He found you!"
I'm such a girl...
A quick spurious look around my places of posting various items of junk revealed this evening that somebody had passed by "Cult of 1,000 Sinners" over at WEbook and left a nice comment. At least I think it's a nice comment:
Sounds like something I grew up in. Good poem, I do fancy something unique to read, and I found it.
I have no idea what the first part of that sentence is supposed to mean and rather think she missed the point entirely, but I'll go along with the second part of it. Good shit is hard to come by these days!
Meanwhile over at shake'n'stir, Ed type bloke Tony has posted a good slamming of the BBC and their Gaza Appeal debacle. Unable to keep my mouth shut, I've written a suitable response but I'm going to leave it up to him as to the timing of the post going live. I'll post the link to that as soon as I get word it's safe to do so.
Finally, onto the big work. Wouldn't be at all surprised if Charlie isn't speaking to me anymore. I have been remiss with Too Hot For Dogs and I have a good reason. I'm stuck. Not writers block. Stuck. Stuck after coming forwards with it and then working backwards to make sure the ending was looking good, I appear to have missed the mark most considerably! Not funny and I'm more than a little preoccupied with how in the hell I'm going to fix it.
Turn The Lamp Down Low is also stalled but for different reasons - and that would mostly be my overwhelming need to finish Almost Human - or at least get it to a point that I can say it's finished before I spend three months editing the damn thing. I know why this is. It's because I can see the end and there's nothing like seeing that little glimmer of a torch in the distance to fire me up. Like I said before though, it's probably a fucking train.
Spent about three hours yesterday on the worst piece of writing I've ever done for ISLPR. It started off with the best on intentions but disappeared into the sky about half way through it's birth. Trying to comment on the music industry while bashing BlockBuster video and heralding The Sweet is not so easy as it first appeared.
Really, really finally, Mr Downes (who I link to rather shamefully here because I know even without looking that he hasn't posted anything since the last time I hooked in) reminded me that I once started a screenplay called Dreamers. I had forgotten all about it and now I'm wondering where the hell it is. Thus I must leave you to your own devices while I up-end a hard drive to find it...
