attempting to conquer writer's block
In order to get anywhere on my Ten/Donna fix-it fic that I'm trying to write, I have to quit fighting with the two of them. Or rather, get them to quit fighting with each other. The other day I read a brilliant post by cannibalilly, in which she sat down with them and talked through her own fic problems, and since it worked for her and was so darn entertaining, I thought I'd give it a try. So far it hasn't been incredibly successful (but it has been fun!) since I'm arguing with both instead of one or the other, but I thought I'd put it up for now and see what else comes to me.
Technically speaking, this is sort of my first fanfictional contribution. Interesting. Anywho...
Ten: So why exactly are we here?
Donna: Because she asked to talk to us, and we said yes. Now hush - you're being rude.
Ten: Was I? Sorry. What was it you wanted to talk about?
Me: Well..... I need your help. I've been trying to write this story that I had an absolutely fantastic idea for, but every time I go to work on it I can't figure out how to connect everything. I know where I want to end up, and where it starts, but everything else has become insurmountably complicated.
Ten: Insurmountably- I like that word.
Me: Thanks! I try.
Donna: I don't mind offering suggestions- but why do you want our help? It's not like we're writers or anything - I was a temp and this beanpole is... well, I dunno what you are come to think of it.
Ten: That's really not important right now Donna. The point is - what have we got to do with it?
Me: …
Ten: Oh no, don't tell me it's- Donna, ANOTHER one?! I mean the last discussion we had about stuff like this went badly enough, but she- she's barely out of high school! How do you keep getting us into this?
Donna: This isn't because of me! Okay maybe last time it was but it's not my fault if you go punching buttons without telling me every time you get a message on the psychic paper! This one's on you. And you really have got to quit fighting with these writers, it's getting extremely aggravating. You brought us here, so sit down and listen - at least nothing's tried to kill us yet.
Ten: That we know of! What if she's like that other girl, Lilly? Or worse!
Donna: Oh, come on Doctor, lighten up. It's not like she can do anything worse to us than what other people have written. Remember that poem-thingy?
Ten: Donna! We promised to never mention that!
Me: Actually, I know what you're talking about. That poem is super creepy, but admittedly really well written. Lilly's actually the one who gave me the idea of talking to you about my story.
Ten: Great. I'd forgotten you all collaborate. Donna, we'll never get rid of them if we keep doing this!
Donna: Doctor, just calm down. At least give her a chance to explain before you go flying off the handle.
Ten: But-
Donna: Button it.
Ten: ::fidgets in frustration::
Me: Ehm, so... uh, as you've figured out- my story is about the two of you...
Ten: Seriously though Donna, what is with these people? Don't they have their own lives to worry about without messing around in ours?
Donna: Honestly?! You can't keep quiet for two seconds. Don't ask me, Spaceman. I certainly don't know why people keep writing about us.
Me: It's because we love you guys! We think you're brilliant and want to see you get the happy ending you deserve.
Donna: Happy ending? Despite appearances, ::shoots a pointed look at the still-fidgeting Doctor:: we're pretty happy right now. Who says that'll change?
Me: Ooh, right. Uhm, ah, this makes things a little difficult- I forgot it couldn't have happened to you yet...
Donna: What do you mean by that?
Ten: Donna, I don't think we want to know...
Me: Ah, I don't know how to say this, but- oh, wait! It can have happened, because I wrote that part already! Brilliant! This all started out as an idea for how to fix what happened to you, Donna, after you saved all of creation.
Donna: Oh, that. But-how did you fix it? Lots of people have tried, Martian boy here included, but it just couldn't be done.
Me: I had a couple ideas, including one along the lines of both the you-are-River-Song, and chameleon-arched-Time-Lady cliches-
Ten: Huh?
Donna: Me? River Song? I don't think so! And what on Earth are you talking about- I'm no Time Lady! I mean, sure, I had the Doctor's mind for a bit, and that was brilliant, but it wasn't... me. What's a chameleon-arch-thingy anyway?
Ten: It's a device that rewrites Time Lord biology to match a specific species pattern, creating a fugue state persona and locking away all of the conflicting memories as well as the Time Lord's consciousness into an object such as a fob watch. I had to use it that one time I hid from the Family of Blood.
Donna: Oh yes, I remember you told me about that, it happened while you were with Martha right?
Me: Anyway, I decided to save those ideas for a later date and go with the one I first came up with. I used the TARDIS's meddling tendencies-
Ten: But the TARDIS is a machine! Yes, she's alive, but she doesn't meddle.
Donna: So you say Doctor, but there's certainly something going on with that ship. Don't try to deny it.
Me: ::clears throat:: I'm trying to find a way to get the two of you over your self-deprecating hangups so you can be together-
Ten/Donna: We are not a couple!
Me: Methinks the Time Lord and Lady doth protest too much.
Ten/Donna: …
Me: Anyways, that's where I'm trying to get to with this story, but I can't figure out much more than that, because every time I try and keep going all you do is fight about what he did to you!
Donna: Well he did completely betray my trust when I would rather have DIED.
Ten: But Donna you know I really had no choice! I couldn't let you die!
Donna: But it wasn't your choice to make, Doctor! It was mine, and I made it- but you stopped me. You made me settle, worse than that you made me live a life that I didn't want!
Ten: Why are you on her side all of a sudden? It's your brain she's trying to mess with.
Donna: What, like you did? Let me tell you something, Doctor, just because you're the last Time Lord in existence doesn't mean you have the right to go around doing whatever you want to other people. You are not a god no matter how powerful you may be!
Ten: I never said I was! And why are you attacking me all of a sudden?! We're here to talk to her.
Me: STOP IT! That's my problem. Every time I try and get the two of you to a happy, fluffy place, all you do is fight about what happened at the Medusa Cascade. So how are we going to get you to a point where you can go back to being semi-civil to one another?
Ten: …
Donna: ...
A/N: So yeah, that's where I'm at right now. Fingers crossed that one day my fic will see the light of day...
Technically speaking, this is sort of my first fanfictional contribution. Interesting. Anywho...
Ten: So why exactly are we here?
Donna: Because she asked to talk to us, and we said yes. Now hush - you're being rude.
Ten: Was I? Sorry. What was it you wanted to talk about?
Me: Well..... I need your help. I've been trying to write this story that I had an absolutely fantastic idea for, but every time I go to work on it I can't figure out how to connect everything. I know where I want to end up, and where it starts, but everything else has become insurmountably complicated.
Ten: Insurmountably- I like that word.
Me: Thanks! I try.
Donna: I don't mind offering suggestions- but why do you want our help? It's not like we're writers or anything - I was a temp and this beanpole is... well, I dunno what you are come to think of it.
Ten: That's really not important right now Donna. The point is - what have we got to do with it?
Me: …
Ten: Oh no, don't tell me it's- Donna, ANOTHER one?! I mean the last discussion we had about stuff like this went badly enough, but she- she's barely out of high school! How do you keep getting us into this?
Donna: This isn't because of me! Okay maybe last time it was but it's not my fault if you go punching buttons without telling me every time you get a message on the psychic paper! This one's on you. And you really have got to quit fighting with these writers, it's getting extremely aggravating. You brought us here, so sit down and listen - at least nothing's tried to kill us yet.
Ten: That we know of! What if she's like that other girl, Lilly? Or worse!
Donna: Oh, come on Doctor, lighten up. It's not like she can do anything worse to us than what other people have written. Remember that poem-thingy?
Ten: Donna! We promised to never mention that!
Me: Actually, I know what you're talking about. That poem is super creepy, but admittedly really well written. Lilly's actually the one who gave me the idea of talking to you about my story.
Ten: Great. I'd forgotten you all collaborate. Donna, we'll never get rid of them if we keep doing this!
Donna: Doctor, just calm down. At least give her a chance to explain before you go flying off the handle.
Ten: But-
Donna: Button it.
Ten: ::fidgets in frustration::
Me: Ehm, so... uh, as you've figured out- my story is about the two of you...
Ten: Seriously though Donna, what is with these people? Don't they have their own lives to worry about without messing around in ours?
Donna: Honestly?! You can't keep quiet for two seconds. Don't ask me, Spaceman. I certainly don't know why people keep writing about us.
Me: It's because we love you guys! We think you're brilliant and want to see you get the happy ending you deserve.
Donna: Happy ending? Despite appearances, ::shoots a pointed look at the still-fidgeting Doctor:: we're pretty happy right now. Who says that'll change?
Me: Ooh, right. Uhm, ah, this makes things a little difficult- I forgot it couldn't have happened to you yet...
Donna: What do you mean by that?
Ten: Donna, I don't think we want to know...
Me: Ah, I don't know how to say this, but- oh, wait! It can have happened, because I wrote that part already! Brilliant! This all started out as an idea for how to fix what happened to you, Donna, after you saved all of creation.
Donna: Oh, that. But-how did you fix it? Lots of people have tried, Martian boy here included, but it just couldn't be done.
Me: I had a couple ideas, including one along the lines of both the you-are-River-Song, and chameleon-arched-Time-Lady cliches-
Ten: Huh?
Donna: Me? River Song? I don't think so! And what on Earth are you talking about- I'm no Time Lady! I mean, sure, I had the Doctor's mind for a bit, and that was brilliant, but it wasn't... me. What's a chameleon-arch-thingy anyway?
Ten: It's a device that rewrites Time Lord biology to match a specific species pattern, creating a fugue state persona and locking away all of the conflicting memories as well as the Time Lord's consciousness into an object such as a fob watch. I had to use it that one time I hid from the Family of Blood.
Donna: Oh yes, I remember you told me about that, it happened while you were with Martha right?
Me: Anyway, I decided to save those ideas for a later date and go with the one I first came up with. I used the TARDIS's meddling tendencies-
Ten: But the TARDIS is a machine! Yes, she's alive, but she doesn't meddle.
Donna: So you say Doctor, but there's certainly something going on with that ship. Don't try to deny it.
Me: ::clears throat:: I'm trying to find a way to get the two of you over your self-deprecating hangups so you can be together-
Ten/Donna: We are not a couple!
Me: Methinks the Time Lord and Lady doth protest too much.
Ten/Donna: …
Me: Anyways, that's where I'm trying to get to with this story, but I can't figure out much more than that, because every time I try and keep going all you do is fight about what he did to you!
Donna: Well he did completely betray my trust when I would rather have DIED.
Ten: But Donna you know I really had no choice! I couldn't let you die!
Donna: But it wasn't your choice to make, Doctor! It was mine, and I made it- but you stopped me. You made me settle, worse than that you made me live a life that I didn't want!
Ten: Why are you on her side all of a sudden? It's your brain she's trying to mess with.
Donna: What, like you did? Let me tell you something, Doctor, just because you're the last Time Lord in existence doesn't mean you have the right to go around doing whatever you want to other people. You are not a god no matter how powerful you may be!
Ten: I never said I was! And why are you attacking me all of a sudden?! We're here to talk to her.
Me: STOP IT! That's my problem. Every time I try and get the two of you to a happy, fluffy place, all you do is fight about what happened at the Medusa Cascade. So how are we going to get you to a point where you can go back to being semi-civil to one another?
Ten: …
Donna: ...
A/N: So yeah, that's where I'm at right now. Fingers crossed that one day my fic will see the light of day...