I hate this...
This period of mourning, when a fandom ups and dies on you, leaving nothing but an odour of disappointment and rotting shark, and a huge, dampening frustration.
It doesn't amount to anything in the grand scheme of things, of course, but this is my journal and I can grumble about my tv shows in it. The only thin rays of light out there are 'Chuck', and 'Castle', and the latter worries me - Nathan F has just gone on record as subscribing to the Moonlighting Myth, which doesn't fill me with confidence. The whole sodding point of that show is the UST between the central pairing, and it has been beautifully handled up 'til now - clear attraction, and also some very valid reasons to be wary. But while I like these shows, I have not so far been mugged by the urge to write fanfic for them. On the whole, the writers seem to have a grasp of character and plot, and some idea of continuity and what they are doing.
But... I guess I'm done with 'The Big Bang Theory'. And it hurts.
Last November, I'd just crashed horribly into the disastrous sprawl of melodrama, wasted plot-line and wangsting that 'The Mentalist' second season turned into, so maybe I was looking too hard for a substitute. But I genuinely thought that 'The Big Bang Theory' was going to be so much better than this. I don't really know why.
I suppose I'm cycling between the anger and depression stages of withdrawal at the moment. I'm 10,000 words into a new something original at the moment, and hopefully once that starts to gain momentum, the last lingering misery will fade. I'm just going through that patch now, the bit after the relationship ends, and you have to face up to the fact that the whatever you fell for wasn't what you thought it was, and that you have wasted who knows how much time and effort and love on it. In my case, some seven months and an entire books' worth of writing. I don't regret writing 'The Paladin Protocol' in the slightest, but I do have to question whether I should have ever bothered, in a way.
So I'm just feeling a bit flat and sad and grey about it all. Intellectually, I'm aware that a lot of this is creative comedown. I've been immersed in their world, had it in my head for a few months, and now there's a big, ringing emptiness instead. I had a few ideas for some more little ficlets, but my enthusiasm has been completely crushed by the snippets regarding what is to come. I hold out no hope for season 4 being anything I would want to watch. Utterly ridiculous and irrational, but I do feel as if I've been slapped in the face by the show, with the way the S/P fandom has been treated, too. With no confidence in the writers, and the actors content to alienate a proportion of their audience, the time has come to let it go. I don't have the patience.
The fact that my husband has given me a stinking cold is not improving my mood, either. I'm going to make a very large pot of chicken casserole this evening - root veg and pearl barley and potatoes cooked in duck fat. And if that doesn't see it off, there will be hot whisky toddies.
And then I'm going to blow something up. Possibly with a dragon. That always makes the world a brighter place.
It doesn't amount to anything in the grand scheme of things, of course, but this is my journal and I can grumble about my tv shows in it. The only thin rays of light out there are 'Chuck', and 'Castle', and the latter worries me - Nathan F has just gone on record as subscribing to the Moonlighting Myth, which doesn't fill me with confidence. The whole sodding point of that show is the UST between the central pairing, and it has been beautifully handled up 'til now - clear attraction, and also some very valid reasons to be wary. But while I like these shows, I have not so far been mugged by the urge to write fanfic for them. On the whole, the writers seem to have a grasp of character and plot, and some idea of continuity and what they are doing.
But... I guess I'm done with 'The Big Bang Theory'. And it hurts.
Last November, I'd just crashed horribly into the disastrous sprawl of melodrama, wasted plot-line and wangsting that 'The Mentalist' second season turned into, so maybe I was looking too hard for a substitute. But I genuinely thought that 'The Big Bang Theory' was going to be so much better than this. I don't really know why.
I suppose I'm cycling between the anger and depression stages of withdrawal at the moment. I'm 10,000 words into a new something original at the moment, and hopefully once that starts to gain momentum, the last lingering misery will fade. I'm just going through that patch now, the bit after the relationship ends, and you have to face up to the fact that the whatever you fell for wasn't what you thought it was, and that you have wasted who knows how much time and effort and love on it. In my case, some seven months and an entire books' worth of writing. I don't regret writing 'The Paladin Protocol' in the slightest, but I do have to question whether I should have ever bothered, in a way.
So I'm just feeling a bit flat and sad and grey about it all. Intellectually, I'm aware that a lot of this is creative comedown. I've been immersed in their world, had it in my head for a few months, and now there's a big, ringing emptiness instead. I had a few ideas for some more little ficlets, but my enthusiasm has been completely crushed by the snippets regarding what is to come. I hold out no hope for season 4 being anything I would want to watch. Utterly ridiculous and irrational, but I do feel as if I've been slapped in the face by the show, with the way the S/P fandom has been treated, too. With no confidence in the writers, and the actors content to alienate a proportion of their audience, the time has come to let it go. I don't have the patience.
The fact that my husband has given me a stinking cold is not improving my mood, either. I'm going to make a very large pot of chicken casserole this evening - root veg and pearl barley and potatoes cooked in duck fat. And if that doesn't see it off, there will be hot whisky toddies.
And then I'm going to blow something up. Possibly with a dragon. That always makes the world a brighter place.